...so Mick Jagger reckoned. and I don't trust him on ANYTHING. Team draft was announced, and I got into Mascara Massacre, the team I've been wanting to play in since I first knew who they were. Excited doesn't begin to cover it. They're awesome, they're a family and I'm now the runt of the litter! Woo! I'm a runt!
We did some warm-up, some chat, and then got down to scrimmaging. I'm discovering a liking of the Blocker 2 position, which means I'm up front, holding the inside line and helping the pivot keep the pack together. I've discovered I have a LOT of work to do, especially understanding the pack dynamic better (I scored a major penalty for intentionally breaking up the pack- woopsie) and on how to hit better. I might hit the gym early tomorrow and get some time on the punchbag, just practicing the physical "oomph" factor of hitting with my hips and my shoulder (thanks to Skate the Muss for that tip!). So much to work on, I feel like sleep is going to be a long time coming tonight....
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