let the sock-tan season begin.

Two weekends, two tournaments, two victories just within reach. Last weekend I was in Geneva for Talampaya, an invite tourney for european mixed teams. The competition wasn't amazing, so the first two days were spent steamrolling one opponent after the next. It only got interesting on day 3, for semis and finals. Unfortunately we pulled out our best game for the semi-finals, and totally choked when it actually mattered, and lost to the Dutch in the finals. The loss wouldn't have been so bitter if a week before, us ladies from the national mixed team hadn't lost in the finals of Tom's Tourney (in Bruges) to a Dutch women's team.



Having played in or witnessed my share of women's finals, I can safely say that our game versus the Dutch women at Tom's Tourney was one of the more exciting matches I've seen in a long time. Women's finals don't usually get as many spectators as the Open division - slower pace, less physical, in general not as interesting. But we managed to keep the (large) crowd thoroughly entertained for the entire match. I'm probably a little biased, but losing hurt quite a bit since we definitely deserved it more than our opponents, especially given the fact that they insisted on turning the game into a call-fest. It had been a while since I had seen such blatantly shitty foul calls (UBC girls - remember Florida at Centex?!) and excessively agressive behaviour.

These two weekends also served as a wake-up call re: my physical shape. It is nowhere near where it should be. Oh crap.