Hello, Worlds!

I'm flying out to Perth for Worlds '06 on Monday!

Before I continue, I must first express my gratitude to Russ Bogin for making this trip possible. I had originally decided not to go because it was so incredibly expensive but Russ persisted and offered to "sponsor" me. So I changed my mind at the last minute and bought my plane tickets earlier this week.

I'll be picking up with 7 Express, a mixed team from New York. I'm psyched to be at Worlds, but I'm also dreading playing. 7 Express does not yet realize the dud of a player they're getting. I'm totally going to get spanked on the field! I've been exercising frantically these past two weeks to at least look like I do more than just sit on the couch and eat ding dongs all day, but I'm still no where near the fitness level appropriate for Worlds.

Oh, and speaking of potential humiliation, did I tell you what my jersey number is? #69. Whoever ordered that extra women's jersey on 7 Express sure has a sense of humor. Well, if I'm going to play like a dumbass, I might as well provide some extra comic relief while I'm at it.

After I paid my player fee, I had to call one of the Worlds' organizers to provide my "details." When I did, I got grilled on my date of birth, current address, allergies, injuries, years of playing experience, current medications, country of citizenship, emergency contact, shoe size, and of course, my jersey number. And then I had to e-mail my head shot to be put on my player pass. The whole experience was like walking into a doctor's office expecting a quick check up but getting a full body cavity search instead.

And on that lovely note, I should start packing!