WHAT?!

HOLY SHIT.

So, about an hour ago, I checked my email and found a message from Deanna (our coach) listing selections. Opening it, I found -

I am starting A side in our game tomorrow.

Holy monkey Jesus on a pogo stick.

I have never, never, NEVER started before*. In every sport I've ever played, I've been one of the worst players on the team.

And tomorrow, I'm STARTING A SIDE at wing.

AND playing the whole game.

And playing outside center for at least part of a B side game.

First I was stunned. Then I started screaming. Then I called Carmen. I think I would've had a heart attack except then I wouldn't have been able to play.

I can't believe it.


To finish this up... here's my rugby face:



Note the unwashed state, the bandana covering my scary hair, and the big scratch above my eye. That last is what happens when you try to tackle someone's cleats with your face. Not advisable.




*Unless you count senior night for volleyball, but that was only because I was a senior, not because I had any skills. At all.