STRD our Bteam (my team) played a game against the league in Tampere, Finland.
There is a very large ferry that travels regularly between a city near Tampere and Stockholm. Cabin sleep four, so the price for our trip was pretty low. Traveling to play a game always has a bit of a trajectory that involves nervous energy, on the way out, and a sort of hazy hung over, feeling of dulled nerves on the way back.
One must travel, pay the way, and slog gear to play opportunities for games that come up- because why else do we put in so much time? If not to actually bout?
I always have fun. I have had almost six whole months of training. In Tasmania we were basically making it up as we went along- other than what I learned in Geelong or a guest coach. I am satisfied that I got the opportunity to see if I could be a good player.
I am however, decidedly average. On a less competitive scale I think this might be okay- but I will have to think through what is the best way forward when I am back in Tasmania.
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Bottom photo: is that a real porthole? Or just a photo in a porthole-shaped frame?
hahhahah each room had a fakey scene- we were sooooooo in the hull- definitely first to die in the cheap seats!
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