You Sure You Want Us to NEO?

I warned you before, and last night just proved the point again.  Do NOT mess with the women at Osan.  They just might want to reconsider the NEO process and keep these fierce women here to fight the mini-Jonger. 

Then again, we would only be proficient at handing them their a$$es in Crud. 

The call came out about two months ago that the Seoul Sisters (the team who won the tourny back in the spring) had called to see about when the next one was.  As soon as it was even mentioned, it was game on.  The trophy had been taken away from Osan and it was time to earn it back. 

With Ronnie being at the OSS, rather than the squadron, and me in the FSS, I was a little worried that I wouldn't be on the Lady Draggin team.  Quickly, that thought was dispelled with the formation of an Active Duty team.  

We had more than a little fun practicing and getting some game strategy together.  Over the course of a few weeks, I spent more time with the team than with my family.  To say that we have an awesome group of ladies in this squadron wouldn't be enough, because awesome isn't a "good enough" word for what they are. 

Finally, it was time for the tournament.  We drew one of our favorite teams to scrimmage against, the 7th Air Force.  It was a close game, but we lost by a few lives.  On to the second game, where we played the Active Duty team.  This team formed quickly in two weeks, and we practiced a lot with them.  It came down to the last lives on both teams, with our fearless leader Jenny receiving the ball.  She quickly made mincemeat out of Amanda and the crowd erupted!  

Our third match had us pitted against the 7th again.  With one loss on the board, we needed a win.  Again, it came down to the wire with the last lives on both teams, and with Jenny taking her final stand.  We were on the big table and Jenny was playing against Tricia, who we lovingly refer to as Gumby or Legs Magee.  Jenny took a long shot and missed the hit by millimeters.   And with that, we were out.  

Ronnie and I watched the rest of the matches and were delighted when the Seoul team was sent packing by the 7th.  We could finally breathe - the trophy was home with Osan.  But it was on to settle the winner: the 7th versus the Fiendettes.  It was more than fun to watch, but was hard to sit there and not cheer for all my friends who were playing on each of the teams.  At one point, Ronnie asked me who I wanted to win.  I replied, "I really don't care because it's not Seoul."  After a great match, the 7th triumphed and won the tourny.

I'm just hoping we'll have another tourny in the spring so I can play one more time at Osan. 

PIL SUNG!