I like to keep MLQ Manager Liz and Podcaster Liz separate, but Smythe managed to coax a few Argothoughts out of me anyway. One more episode to go before we finish Season 1!

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2017 Year in Review: Quidditch

Holy shit, how it is 2018 already?  Is it because every year takes up a smaller percentage of my life and therefore feels increasingly insignificant? Is it because I can feel my youth slipping away from me in silver hairs and creaky joints?

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A new year is as good a time as any to reflect back on the last 3.1% of my life. (I think it did the math right. But if you ever had a look at any of my math grades, you’d know that the likelihood of me getting it wrong is pretty high.) Each week for the rest of the month, I’ll be looking back at some of the things I blogged about the most in 2017.

So, let’s start with the topic that gets more hits to my blog than anything else: quidditch.

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My #MLQChampionship Journey, Day 5

You don’t force traditions. They just happen. They’re organic. A year and a half ago, I came home from Irvine after reffing nine games and all I wanted to do was see this face and eat a 4×4. I was hungry and it was convenient. It was the first time James picked me up from a quidditch journey. It’s become a regular thing since then.

I forgot how we got into the habit of going to In-and-Out whenever I get back from my quidditch travels, only that it kept happening. It’s a tradition now. I spent the whole day knowing that I would end it with my favorite person and a final #MLQChampionship post as cheesy as the well-done fries I ordered.

My #MLQChampionship Journey, Day 3

This picture is why I’m here.

I’ve written before about what a pessimist I am before my team plays. I thought that we’d be lucky to pull off a win against a great 3rd place team in the New Orleans Curse since we’d only brought 14 players.

I was wrong.

I took this during the gap between our sweep of the Curse and our matchup against the Night Riders. Okay, I thought, at least we made it as far as last year. At least we’re having fun.

Instead of trying to get a perfect photo, I captured what my team is really like. Ridiculous, but in the best way. As much as I wish they’d take me more seriously sometimes (like when I need them to fill out forms), I loved this moment. I thought that hanging the hallway, goofing off and sitting at 2-0, would be the highlight of my day.

Later on, the day got even better. This team went on to do more ridiculous things like start game two just wanting to have fun, only to lead the Boston Night Riders for 15 minutes or so with only 14 people.

That’s why I’m here. This team.

My #MLQChampionship Journey, Day 2

“I HAVE A BATTLE STATION!”

Some people claim beds when they get into a hotel room first. When I walked into the hotel with Miles this afternoon and saw a huge desk with outlets to charge all my electronics and their batteries, that was what I called dibs on. So I crowed those words and took over the desk. Gotta keep my spreadsheets in front of me and up to date!

Why? Well, I have terrible short-term memory. I could tell you what gas cost in December of 2003 ($1.74, btw) before I went to Portugal because I wrote it in my diary. On the other hand, I almost never know where I left my keys.

I can never remember who is coming when or where they’re sleeping, but I always know where to find that information when I’m asked.

And I get asked. A lot. Seriously. Oh so much. But it’s what I signed up for.

My #MLQChampionship Journey, Day 1

There are three reasons why I travel for quidditch:

  1. To go to the quidditch tournaments themselves, obviously.
  2. To see more of the country.
  3. To see my friends across the country.

I had a plan today when I landed in Austin at noon. I was going to drop my stuff off at Caroline’s, play tourist, get some good shots of the city, and then have plenty to choose from for today’s post.

Instead, I ended up napping the day away and then using the afternoon as whine & wine (except I got a beer because this is me we’re talking about) time with Caroline, my former Skrewts teammate who I never see anymore. I didn’t even take this picture with the intention to post it. I just liked the beer and wanted to remember it for later if I wanted to find it again. It’s not even Texan; it’s from Colorado.

I had to choose between #2 and #3, but it was no contest. Austin isn’t going anywhere. My friends, on the other hand, are going places. Keeping up with them is far more important.