My tale begins with everyone in a state of anticipation. Unlike our previous hotel stay in Taber earlier in the season, everyone was expecting to stay the night, instead of having it forced upon us by the not-so-graceful hand of mother nature. As such, everyone was laying out plans not to win at basketball, but to do something EPIC enough to stick this weekend in our memories for some time to come. Notice, when I said everyone, I was specifically referring to Alec. Why Alec, you say? Well, If you haven't guessed what he is like from my previous post, well then shame on you....But seriously, these visual aides should complete your mental picture of the guy....
(Alec in a nutshell)
(Alec in a nutshell)It was safe to say Alec was quite excited. When we arrived at the oh-so-lucky hotel that would be hosting a team of 15 teenage guys, we discovered, much to our dismay, that coach Clayton had assigned us rooms, as opposed to us choosing them. Perhaps coach still remembered "The Taber Incident" (for the sake of my readers, I won't go there). It was a small setback, but everyone eventually worked around it. Sure, we had to sleep in groups, but we don't have to hang out in groups. I already counted my weekend lucky, because my room was spared the calamity of the whole team being in it at once.
We played a game Friday night, but for me to describe how we played would be an insult to this blog and everything it stands for. Instead, I will describe an unusual situation that occurred in that game, and continued into Saturday's games. We were so short on players, that I was required to be in the games regularly. I was to switch playing and sitting the bench with Tyler every 4 minutes. After I got over the initial shock of not having time to pick out the best looking female spectators, I realized it would actually be good for me to get the court experience. I think it was safe to say I was excited. Now, before I describe this situation, I would like to give my readers a little background on who Tyler is......this calls for another visual aid!
(Not actually Tyler, but still Tyler in a nutshell)
So after putting in my 4 minutes, I returned to the bench, to be replaced by Tyler. This was at 6 minutes remaining in the 1st quarter. Later, I am pulled out of basketball mode by Tyler, and at that point I figured I could take a look at the clock. I am shocked to see the clock at 2:30 remaining in the 1st quarter! I was jipped 30 seconds! My mind raced, but I labeled it an honest mistake and moved on. It took me another 3 shifts that were either too long, or too short for my brain to connect the dots. I am going to assume from this point forward that Tyler missed his kindergarten class on counting by 4's, because I'm nice like that.
I will stop rambling on about actual basketball at this point, because the actual fun began afterwords. We arrived at the hotel, milked the cable channels for all they were worth, (if anyone would like to know, that's about 30 minutes), and then everyone (not just Alec, but especially Alec) wanted something new and amusing with which to amuse ourselves. By the way, I know that my last sentence was horrible. I won't have a problem with people correcting my grammar, as long as they don't take it as far as this guy.......
Now I'm sure you won't believe me, but someone in our group found a group of girls to flirt with. It's almost like teenage boys have a radar for that kind of thing. Now the seniors, including I, had no trouble dipping ourselves into the conversation with these girls, but we became suddenly less enthusiastic when they revealed their ages to be considerably younger than ours (the whole process did seem a bit easy). However, this was good news for our JV's (Juniors), who were much more compatible in terms of age. It really was a shame that their girl detector radars hadn't quite evolved yet. Tyler, despite being unable to count by 4's, had a stroke of genius at this point. He suggested we tell our JV's that these girls wanted to see them with their shirts off. Of course, the JV's all believed him, and came waltzing into the lobby shirtless, hoping to create a magical spark of attraction. Little did they know that girls are slightly different from boys, and that day, they each learned an eternal truth of life, summarized by this visual aid.....
(Keep your eyes peeled faithful readers, Part 2 of A Night in the Hat is in the works and will be posted soon!)
I will stop rambling on about actual basketball at this point, because the actual fun began afterwords. We arrived at the hotel, milked the cable channels for all they were worth, (if anyone would like to know, that's about 30 minutes), and then everyone (not just Alec, but especially Alec) wanted something new and amusing with which to amuse ourselves. By the way, I know that my last sentence was horrible. I won't have a problem with people correcting my grammar, as long as they don't take it as far as this guy.......
Now I'm sure you won't believe me, but someone in our group found a group of girls to flirt with. It's almost like teenage boys have a radar for that kind of thing. Now the seniors, including I, had no trouble dipping ourselves into the conversation with these girls, but we became suddenly less enthusiastic when they revealed their ages to be considerably younger than ours (the whole process did seem a bit easy). However, this was good news for our JV's (Juniors), who were much more compatible in terms of age. It really was a shame that their girl detector radars hadn't quite evolved yet. Tyler, despite being unable to count by 4's, had a stroke of genius at this point. He suggested we tell our JV's that these girls wanted to see them with their shirts off. Of course, the JV's all believed him, and came waltzing into the lobby shirtless, hoping to create a magical spark of attraction. Little did they know that girls are slightly different from boys, and that day, they each learned an eternal truth of life, summarized by this visual aid.....
(Keep your eyes peeled faithful readers, Part 2 of A Night in the Hat is in the works and will be posted soon!)
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