The misfit toys decided to try their skills at ultimate Frisbee for FHE this week. The results were surprisingly decent.

I didn't have plans to attend. The thought of standing around watching people stub their fingers trying to catch a wobbly Frisbee didn't appeal to me. So instead, I joyfully sat down in front of the PC to do my taxes. It was turning into a wonderful Monday night. Of course, being the IT nerd that I am, I had to have some sort of "connection" to the outside world via a messaging app. App of choice on my parents' PC was MSN Messenger. That's where Alaska found me. Now Alaska is one of the toys that all the other toys are deeply grateful continues to attend and support the Island. I asked him Monday night why he chose to stay in the ward. "They needed me," he said. So true. So very true.

So there I was, busily typing in numbers until I found a way to convince the government to send me money when Alaska starts up a conversation about the importance of my limping around a field to play Frisbee. No way. That was my initial response. And then, Turbo Tax gave me a green number... I had successfully begged Uncle Sam for some money: thank you higher education tuition. In better spirits now, I decided to make an appearance at the park.

My team looked impressive to start, getting the first touchdown within a short time of starting. However, that would be one of our last. Before long, I realized I was continually having to walk to the other side after the opposing team scored. I really didn't care. As long as nobody stepped on my toe, I could die a happy woman. However, that nearly didn't happen when an overanxious Morgan decided he needed to guard me. C'mon... I stand around. It's not like it takes much to guard me, but he was running all around, perhaps just trying to stomp down all of the grass around me in some type of zone defense. His excited-puppy defense was too dangerous, though, as he came back pedaling into me and my own defense kicked in--it came in the form of a protecting elbow. Morgan didn't try to guard me the rest of the game. (Alaska took over and I didn't see much more action. Clarification: much more Frisbee action. Too bad.)

After the game, the absolutely strangest thing happened. Wait, I take that back. Nothing is strange with this group. Morgan and Adam decided to wrestle. Why? Perhaps it dates back to prehistoric (and pre-conversation) days when the men impressed the women with their brute strength. The only one impressed may have been any gay men within the vicinity who would enjoy some skinny blonde kid wrapping his legs around the bigger buzzed kid as he pinned him to the ground. I couldn't watch.