When you fight through four monstrous people and still score

whatshouldwecallquidditch:

Except that’s my main method of scoring. And how I earned my nickname…

Quidtionary: Fridge →

walklikeaghost:

instant-oatmeal:

quidtionary:

A Fridge is a large, tall Quidditch player (usually, although not always, a Keeper) who acts both as an impenetrable brick wall and a giant freight train.

A Fridge may often be seen steamrolling the Quaffle down the pitch with tiny squirming Chasers dangling ineffectually from his/her limbs.

Coaches have been known to weep tears of happiness upon acquisition of a Fridge. Off the pitch, Fridges are giant teddy bears that also serve as cuddly full-body pillows for long bus rides to and from tournaments.

I believe I qualify as a “fridge.” People on my pick-up team yesterday were calling me a train, so I think it works. Plus my own team has dubbed me “the meteor” and I am never the first person to let go in a hug, so…

Do you also qualify as a cuddly full-body pillow?

Our longest tournament ride was in a van and I was between two guys and none of us really knew each other well. Now, however, I think they’d be all for it. And there were quite a few body-warmth huddles at the Word Cup that I was happy to be the center of, so I’ll say yes. 

Quidtionary: Fridge →

quidtionary:

A Fridge is a large, tall Quidditch player (usually, although not always, a Keeper) who acts both as an impenetrable brick wall and a giant freight train.

A Fridge may often be seen steamrolling the Quaffle down the pitch with tiny squirming Chasers dangling ineffectually from his/her limbs.

Coaches have been known to weep tears of happiness upon acquisition of a Fridge. Off the pitch, Fridges are giant teddy bears that also serve as cuddly full-body pillows for long bus rides to and from tournaments.

I believe I qualify as a “fridge.” People on my pick-up team yesterday were calling me a train, so I think it works. Plus my own team has dubbed me “the meteor” and I am never the first person to let go in a hug, so…

I don’t know if you can tell, but I was really happy to get my jersey. 

We were also knighted with a nerf sword as we were given our nicknames. 

Money shot! …even if I did fall down immediately after this. 

(Source: quidditchphotos.com)

My quidditch wardrobe grew a lot this weekend.

I had gotten the “Sorry I can’t hang out” shirt in Philly but everything else is new. We got our Badassilisks jerseys Friday night before the cup and they surprised the team with official t-shirts, too (the circular text one). Having us look like a professional team (instead of our usual group of mismatched iron-on t-shirts) is an amazing feeling. 

I am never going to take this off.

Player Profiles

nybadassilisks:

I am ashamed to say that I don’t know Walter too well. Something I need to correct. But I can honestly say that he makes damn good chocolate walnut cookies and has absolutely no interest in Broadway shows.

The baking part is true. My Broadway interest level is at about a 1 or 2 while the rest of the team’s apparently goes to 11. And I guess this is what my face looks like after 3 hours of sleep, but my arms look beefy as hell so I’ll allow it.

In which the Meteor evades Hellspawn.

Practice yesterday was intense. I think I left the pitch bloodier and more bruised than ever before but it was totally worth it. World Cup, here I come! 

Thanks, Jon, for the frame-by-frame action shots!