Blondes vs. Brunettes

A football game of a different type for a great cause

Whether it was a blonde or brunette, the competition on the field was fierce. Quy Tran photography

Red Sox vs. Yankees, Oklahoma vs. UT…..these rivalries don’t have anything on Blondes vs. Brunettes. We compete on and off the field. Literally. Every year in dozens of cities two all-female squads consisting of Blondes and Brunettes battle it out in a game of flag football. We can’t pull hair, so they give us flags. But we do some good with our hate. The game helps raise hundreds of thousands in the fight against Alzheimer’s disease.

Going into my second season of Blondes vs. Brunettes, I am on Team Blonde (thanks to Loreal blonde dye). It’s pretty exciting to be part of such a great charity and event. All our teammates and coaches play for their own reasons. For some of my teammates the fight against this terrible disease is deeply personal.

For months leading up to the big game, we train for this. Blood, sweat, and tears. I poured my soul into each practice, and so did everyone else. On the first practice one girl broke her finger and one of our receivers took an elbow to the forehead, blood gushing.  You would have thought we were playing for the AAC championship and we were not even to the big game yet.

Two weeks before the game I’m playing corner in the red zone. We had about five minutes left of practice to finish this last drive. No way I was going to let them score on my side. As we lined up I saw one of our top receivers in my zone. Picture a Crossfit enthusiast, coming at me full speed.  Whistle blows, play starts, quarterback drops back and looks in my direction. The QB starts to scramble, looks in our direction, but I am all over this receiver. I can see her frustration not being able to get open. I am also frustrated. Seconds felt like an eternity, running all over the end zone. Finally, the ball is thrown. Our bodies are running together as one towards the center of the end zone. I take one step to the right, she immediately stops and reaches left for the ball. Her body’s momentum carried her into mine. We both ended up on the ground. But the good news is… so did the ball. I broke up the play. I got up, but after a few steps my adrenaline wore off and my knee gave out. I dragged myself behind the end zone, to get out of the next play. My coaches and teammates had to help me off the field.

With only two  weeks until the game, my knee was swollen and I was in pain. At this point I was unsure if I could even play in the game.  I spent the next two weeks rehabbing, trying to get back onto the field to play. My recovery came along great and the trainers at UH actually thought it was just a knee sprain. I insisted I was ready for the game, even though I had to wear a giant knee brace.

Finally, game day was here. I warmed up with my knee brace and although it did hurt at times, I stood up strong and said “put me in coach.” I got my chance to go in for a few plays in the first half and I painfully shook it off. I went in again in the second half, but I was frustrated since I wasn’t full speed or playing all out, like I know I can. Putting all that aside, I realized what was most important that day. We came together as a team, cheering each other on, pushing our teammates to keep the drive up until the end. It was such a close game and the team’s camaraderie helped pull together the win that day. The Blondes took the win by one touchdown in the end, to make it three years in a row.

Yet another amazing game and season of Blondes vs. Brunettes football. It turns out I had been trying to play on a completely torn ACL and partially torn meniscus after the MRI results. But it’s OK, I have seven months to recover. I’m coming back from a torn ACL next year, Adrian Peterson style.

 

Photo courtesy of HBO

This article originally appeared on CultureMap and was written by Craig D. Lindsey.

Come Sunday night, May 19, the saga that is Game of Thrones will come to an end.

No more Westeros. No more Starks vs. Lannisters. No more Jon Snow. No more "Winter is coming." No more dragons ridden by attractive queens. And, more importantly, no more people complaining about how the show continues to go downhill.

Will the Mother of Dragons cool off? Will Jon Snow and Grey Worm face off? Many will hunker down at home in front of their flat screens for the finale's answers. But if you would like to view the final installment in a public setting, the following five places have you covered.

Axelrad

It's gonna be a free ol' time at this spot. Friends and GoT parties are welcome to check out the last episode at this joint, where it will be playing on all the TVs, as well as a projected big screen. There will also be custom GoT drinks available. 8 pm.

Camerata at Paulie's

Fine wine will be continuously poured at this watch party. Lots of Rhone Valley vino will be served, including Syrah, Grenache, and Viognier. There will also be a costume contest for the best-dressed guest and maybe even some GoT-themed snacks. 8 pm.

Liberty Station

The Washington Avenue establishment isn't just hosting a watch party. Before it goes down, there will be a trivia night! Teams of six or fewer will be able to compete, with prizes going to the top three teams. (Here's hoping somebody might win some GoT liquor!) 6:30 pm.

Continue reading on CultureMap for the final two spots to catch the finale.

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