Saturday, June 28, 2014

On becoming a "sports person"

It is a widely known truth that I am not a sports person.

I don't like watching them, and I certainly don't like playing them. 
Case in point: In elementary school during our baseball unit, I once ran behind the batting cage after hitting the ball instead of running to first base. 
Second case in point: During my time in Houston, I refused to sign up for any sort of "fun" intramural league because the thought of team sports and ultimate failure was too terrifying for me.

My one exception is the San Antonio Spurs because come on, five time NBA champs. 
Did I watch the finals even though they came on mid-day here? Yes.
Did I cry at my desk when we won? Yes.
Did I proceed to read every article and watch every video in the following days and also cry over those? Yes.
Is Patty Mills Australian? Yes.


Then I moved to Melbourne.

People in Melbourne are OBSESSED with AFL [Australian Rules Football/footy]. I mean, Texas A&M football-level obsessed. 
Upon meeting someone new it is customary to ask each other what footy team you support, and the answers could make or break a relationship.

Will supports the Richmond Tigers, which is an unfortunate team to support. As a comparison, it's kind of like supporting the Houston Texans- lovable, yet so tragic. But I am a supportive girlfriend, so I support the Tigers too. 

I've been to a few footy games over the past two years, and must admit they're not awful. 
There's a lot of action and no annoying, constant timeouts [I'm looking at you, football].
The winning team all gathers to sing their club song at the end, which is both weird and endearing. Richmond's is called "Tigerland", and it is not heard enough. Poor tigers.
Plus, the food of choice is a meat pie. Hand me a meat pie and I'll be happy with anything.

Rugby is also wildly popular here. 
Maybe I was just unaware, but I'm pretty sure rugby is not a thing in the US. I mean, I know it exists, but it just isn't a popular sport to keep up with, to my knowledge. But we already know my sports knowledge is limited. 

In my time here, I have watched two rugby games in full [on TV]!
Granted, I watched because the boys in my home had invited friends over for two big games. However, my watching was also rather willing, as I felt it would be a good cultural experience. 
I'd be remiss if I didn't also add that there was food involved.

My assessment of rugby is as follows:
Violent. Impressive. Weird backwards passing. Massive thighs. Fights. Glorious lack of time outs. They  need protective gear.


Now for the real clincher. The thing you will find hard to believe.

I, Alex, hater of playing sports, have started playing a sport.

Netball is a traditional sport for women to play here. Because it definitely doesn't exist in the US, I had ZERO idea what it was upon arrival. 

Will plays on a social, mixed team, so I went  once to observe this curious sport that upon googling, seemed sort of like basketball but with weird robotic stop-start motions.
After watching a game, I was firm in my assessment.

Then, as fate would have it, the team needed extra players.
Guess who was forced into playing?
Guess who looked like an idiot for the first quarter?

As someone who hates confrontation, playing a defensive position was not a good idea for my first foray into an unknown sport.
Will said I looked like a deer in headlights, and I know he is 100% correct.

BUT! Over the next three quarters I started to get more comfortable as I was placed in a position that just involved running and throwing + catching a ball. 
I may not be sporty, but I can do those things! 

I now play every weekend, and remarkably, I really look forward to it!
It's a good chance to hang out with friends and get some exercise while we're at it.

A lack of Pure Barre plus my ability to lick a Nutella jar dry means I am in serious need of activity, and this makes me feel better about the horrible eating/drinking decisions I most certainly made during the weekend.

So there you have it. My sports transformation, thanks to a cross-world move.
Maybe I'm still high on the Spurs victory, or maybe I'm just glad that my Facebook timeline is blessedly free of all things football during the off season, but I'd like to think I'm more sports-tolerant these days.

Ask me again when the US fall rolls around.
At least the TV will be gloriously freeeeeee of any games! Ah, the perk of living in a country where [American] football is not king :)

I'm a bad Texan, I know.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Throwing a party in another country just like throwing one in the US. 

Except this one was with 30+ people in an apartment overlooking Melbourne. And it was the first party I've thrown in my own place of residence since uni [please excuse me as I use words to sound like the people I interact with every day]!

The occasion was a SURPRISE birthday shindig for our wonderful housemate, Veri, complete with hiding, jumping out of the dark, and toilet paper streamers. 

Saying it was a fun night would be an understatement. Any party that has margaritas, guacamole, AND Tim Tam cake balls is bound to be a good time.

Next party: 4th of July hut party. Words cannot express my excitement. 

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Great Ocean Road

My BFF/grandma, Queen Elizabeth, had a birthday earlier this month and was lovely enough to give most of Australia a holiday (sorry boutcha, WA)!

For us this meant fishing, catching up with friends, and a gorgeous road trip down The Great Ocean Road. The first time I partook in this iconic drive we were on a bit of a time crunch, so I didn't get to see very much of it. This time we went allll the way down to the Twelve Apostles, something I've really been wanting to see before they all fall down. 

Though it was a bit chilly, we were set on doing some fishing in a pretty town pretty much right at the start of The Great Ocean Road (Barwon Heads). 
There may or may not have been zero fish caught.

Then came the veryyy scenic drive. 
There are about 500 pictures that look something similar to this one, so I'll spare you all the repetitiveness.

One of my favorite stops was Apollo Bay. The views were stunning, plus I got to eat. Win win.

Does this remind anyone else of the wall in Free Willy that he gloriously jumps over in the end?

Australia likes to impress people with views at every turn. Mountains + farms + ocean. Stop it.


A few hours later we were at our destination- The Twelve Apostles. What a stunning natural wonder! It's too bad that "twelve" is actually incorrect. The apostles are crumbling.

This beautiful country continues to amaze me. There are so many different types of scenery to see in Victoria alone, and I've only scratched the surface!


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