The Rebertian Times

Tonight, some of us Roosevelt First Years played Broomball; and as a first-time player, I have to say it was a large barrel of fun, even though my side lost (but considering that no one ever declared which color brooms were supposed to go which direction and thus the teams were arbitrary and uneven, it’s nothing to be shamed about).

The only disappointing thing was that the sport didn’t turn out to actually involve brooms (in the normal sense); instead the “sticks” were more like polo sticks with flat, triangular plastic heads; but this minor disappointment quickly pales in comparison to the joy of playing this game as part of a mob

For those who are unfamiliar, broomball is basically like ice hockey, except it uses the “brooms” instead of hockey sticks and a ball instead of a puck, and, most importantly, ice skates are not worn. The lack of proper skates is largely what makes the game so fun — trying to rapidly change direction proves to be impossible and attempting it results in you losing your balance and either falling on your ass or awkwardly breaking your fall with one or more hands, but of course the fast-paced nature of the game demands that you move rapidly to respond to the movement of the ball. Needless to say, Hilarity Ensues (oh wait, I’m not writing a comedy series pitch… hmm. <scribbles frantically>). The sheer number of people involved, along with the fact that we used 2 balls concurrently meant there was never a lull in action, thus intensifying the effect.

So, I might have a decent bruise on my butt from falling down hard on it once, but it was well worth it. Now if only there was an intramural version of Broomball, I would join in a second and it would be awesome. All in all, the game was quite satisfying and made me harken back to my old glory days as a Fullback in AYSO soccer.

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