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I guess I had to explain more about Angel the Series soundtrack from the last post. You can see the CD on amazon.co.uk here, but it is not available this side of the world. Well, I didn’t really check, but people say so.

So, the lovely souls who care about our fannish well-being are passing it along and ask to pass along further – what I am doing.

If you missed it, here is the link again:

Angel - Live Fast Die Never - Music from the TV Series by Robert J. Kral

The thing I really want to write about is my morning today. I cannot believe I spent it playing in the dodgeball tournament.

I did play a game with similar rules back in my preteens – it was called “vyshibaly” and it was a pretty popular street game.

The North American variety was familiar for me only by some TV shows and suggested the presence of hyena people there. How did I end up playing then?

The Rotman team needed players, and my husband asked whether I want to come and play. I thought that some physical and social activity would be good for me, but I had one important concern:

“But the ball is going to hit me in the face!”

My husband refuted it saying that, no, that can’t happen, it is against the rules. And they really needed players, so I went in.

I entered the halls and saw lots of young cheerful sportive people in nice and fancy team wear. I felt old and uncool.

Soon I started feeling several times more uncool. It turned out it was not one game, but the full day tournament, with all the teams who looked intimidatingly professional or just able, by contrast with us.

Sure enough, the first ball ever flies directly into my face. Ouch.

Those things always do it. I know – even when I would be passing by the gym at school, some stray ball would fly into my face. It is a miracle I still have my face with that weird attraction of volley-, basket- other- balls to my face.

Of course you may say that I should have dodged – well, I should have. But I was confused with the rules and place and stuff.

It was the most unpleasant physical sensation, but the worse was my feeling stupid and useless. The balls were too light and I couldn’t hit anyone. We lost spectacularly.

Then we had a nice rest and a chat about politics (We – six people from around the world, MBA students or people they brought)

Then we played again and lost – less spectacularly.

Then we had another break and talked about mp3 players.

Then we managed to end the game with 5:5, and decided to finish on this high note. Actually, we all had pretty good time.

But: me and team sports – not a good combination. Especially when the balls are flying around.