The Secret Weapon

It was approximately one hour before our first intramural basketball game. For some reason, I kept knocking things down. First, I knocked over the stack of pictures by my desk. Next, I tried to throw my Chicken Voila package in the trashcan and knocked over the trash. This was not a good sign.

I arrived at our basketball game about five minutes early. I walked in and my team was standing by the door. My teammates were holding their breath in anticipation. They let out a huge sigh of relief when they saw me.

"Nikki! We thought you'd never get here! After all, you are The Secret Weapon," said Chris Lawrence, the team captain.

We won the game. Oh, sweet victory! We won the game!

Now, let's put aside the fact that my name is last on the team roster. (I think that after they pick teams, they reverse the roster so the last people picked don't feel bad). Let's put aside the fact that I am only 5'0 tall. My fiesty-ness makes up the height issue. And finally, let's put aside the fact that we were playing against Josh's team. Josh is monster of a guy. He created the highlight of the entire game.

We were on defense and I was guarding my guy sooooo close. I was right there with him and he couldn't get around me. So, what did the opposing team do? They set up a screen. Josh screened me. Josh is about 5 times bigger than me. I heard the crowd gasp in unison. That's when I realized that I was flying through the air. I hit Josh's screen SO hard that I went flying. My entire body was off of the ground. I landed on my side and stared blankly toward the crowd. I was stunned.

I was a little embarrassed, so I hopped right up, said a little something to Josh, and kept playing my hardest. It kinda hurt, though. I mean, not THAT bad. Shoot. I'm tough. I'm 5'0 of pure meat. I'm The Secret Weapon.

Anyway-we won. Our next game is Monday at 8:30. Come watch The Secret Weapon in action.