Racquetball

Again, I apologize.  I'm sure there must be some of you out there wondering if I'm still alive.  Well, no worries.  I am.  And I'm here to tell you about my latest adventure.  Last weekend, the BYU racquetball team (of which I am part, if any of you didn't know that) had a tournament in Logan.  It was a blast!  I love racquetball and I love the people on the team.  So really, there was nothing to lose.  We all met at the courts at 2 to take the good ole BYU vans up to Logan.  The ride was hot, squishy and just on the whole uncomfortable, but Megan and I watched 21 on my iPod.  So that helped.  

The guys watching some r-ball.

Once we got to the courts in Logan, I had to just sit around for about three hours and watch other matches before I actually got to play.  When I finally got to play though, it was fantastic.  I played really well and actually won every single match I played all weekend.  Except for one.  I played three girls on Friday night before showering, getting some Betos (a Mexican restaurant known for its shadiness but with delicious breakfast burritos, especially at 12 am--which is what time it happened to be. ) and going to spend the night at the highest house in Logan.  No joke.  By some random association (a friend of a friend's bishop or something like that...) we ended up spending the night, really only a few hours, at this amazingly huge house.  There was a racquetball court, climbing wall and drinking fountain in the basement.  So of course, what does the entire women's racquetball team do the second we get in that house?  You guessed it, our

 coach finally had to kick us off the racquetball court at about 1am because we were being too loud.

The next morning they started the doubles game.  My partner, Hillary and I played well and won both our matches.  Then came the women's semi finals.  I won my first match against a girl from Utah State.  And then--the championship game.  Against:  Megan Robinson.  Figures, right?  Fighting for first place against my best friend?  This always happens to us. Well this time folks, she won out.  13-15 and 14-15.  Some of the most intense racquetball I have ever played.  So, kudos to Megan.  I'll get her next time...

We drove back to Provo Saturday afternoon, got some lunch on the racquetball team and arrived sore and exhausted just in time for...nothing really.  Our return to Provo was very anti-climatic.  Turns out everybody was out of town last weekend.  What'd ya know.

Now for some pictures from the weekend.  I kind of appointed myself team historian (at least for this trip/until I get tired of it) and therefore, took quite a few pictures.  It was a good time.  Enjoy.

The morning after our stay in that rad house.

I know it looks like Megan is stealing the donuts, but really, we're just happy that they're there.

I think all the greatest fashion trends originated during the height of everyone's boredom...kind of like this one.

Coach Val.  And her baby.

Megan and I took about 50 pictures like this and I was unfortunately forced to pick just one.  They are all hysterical.  Or maybe just to us.

Jessica, Charlotte (our very mature and serious team captain) and Whitney.