David, the Athlete, like Pheidippides, Only Not Dead

This semester I am an active member of two intramural sports, The Blackfoot Ballers and The Dominators. The Blackfoot Ballers is a basketball team. The "blackfoot" does not refer to a frostbitten toe (I hear your toes turn black when they are frostbitten), but rather to the color of my teammate's one foot (he's African-American and in a wheelchair; he lost his other foot in a tragic Wii accident.) No, that's not true at all. Rather, "blackfoot" is a reference to the home-hamlet of no more than three of my teammates. Our first game was declared a disaster by the scoreboard, but in reality it wasn't all that bad, at least not to me. We had two fans at the game, and I scored the last two points! Two good to be true! The final score was 55 to 40, in their favor, but it would have been 55-38 had I not been there! This morning we had an emergency practice session at 7:30am (the 'am' portion means it was in the morning. Today is Saturday. I will let you think about that for a minute. If you still can't believe your eyes and you need further clarification, let me know and I will find you some witnesses). We played well together and are ready to take on our next foes, be they another basketball game or some matudinal excursion. Those make the worst foes of all. Moving right along, The Dominators are an innertube waterpolo team. Yes, yes, yes. If you have never heard of innertube waterpolo, allow me to explain. Innertube waterpolo is a fairly new sport that was conjured up recently. In these dire economic times polo clubs could no longer afford to stable all those horses, so some genius figured an innertube and water would be less expensive and just as fun. She was right! It's a blast and a half without horse manure or preppy shirts. Our waterpolo team also lost, but no-one drowned or got water up their noses so we considered it a success. I think I may find more happiness in my athletic endeavors then poor Pheidippides.