Friday, February 3, 2012

Bloggin' it up--on the road to Boston and NYC. By Chelsea Steen '15

The calendar read January 26. The travelers were the feared Spartans. The destination was Boston. And the mission was to destroy our enemies on the basketball courts of battle.

The journey began at the airport of Akron, Ohio. Penelope (pictured below, left), a loyal minion to the Spartans, slyly made her way through security. The rest of the Spartans promptly followed. However, what airport security did not know is that the Spartans, including Penelope (don’t let her fluffy exterior deceive you), each possessed a deadly weapon that no body scan would ever be able to detect – inner fight. Upon arrival to Boston, Massachusetts, the Spartans departed for the gym to prepare for battle against the Judges of Brandeis University. They practiced hard and left the gym feeling inspired, filled with combative energy and growling stomachs.

The Spartans’ loyal trolley ventured through the streets of Boston and dropped them off near the heart of downtown. It was now up to the girls to find food and secure the nutrients that they possess, in order to reach their optimal performance conditions. Some found themselves in fancy seafood restaurants, while others made their way into an Irish Pub. After devouring platters of fish and chips, the girls trekked back to their mobile bus, bellies full and rain streaking down their faces. They now set off to engage in the practice of beauty sleep, upon the heavenly white pillows of the Embassy Suites.

The next morning consisted of a large breakfast and a productive shoot around. The Spartans then devoured their pre-game feast at an establishment referred to as Bertucci’s. After mounds of pasta, salad, and rolls made with nicotine, they set out for the gym. The ladies had been in a bit of a rough patch on the battlefield of basketball, but that was all to end on this day. An inspiring recorded speech from a teammate back home motivated the Spartans to come out of the gates swinging. In fact, the ladies were swinging so hard that one Spartan swiftly knocked an official onto his hindquarters, where he then laid his head upon a metal bar and prepared to face his death. However, our talented trainers were there in a second to revive him back to life. The official eventually stood up, despite his beliefs that he may never walk again. Although an innocent man had just been injured in the course of battle, the Spartans did not let down. When the dust cleared, the Spartans had reigned victorious over Brandeis University. Case closed, Judges.


The next morning, the Lady Spartans embarked on a strenuous bus ride to the Big Apple. After checking into the lovely La Quinta hotel, the Spartans headed to the gym of NYU. **Please take a moment of silence to reflect on the boys whom were late for the charter bus, and therefore were left to run through the treacherous city in efforts to catch it. New York City has them now.. God rest their souls.** After a great practice, the Spartans washed in the showers of the tiny people at New York University. They then returned to their humble abode and put on their hot girl disguises.

Set free to roam the city, one group of Spartans navigated the streets with hopes of finding delectable food. One talented food-finding Spartan (me) discovered a hole in the wall Chinese restaurant. Inside, customers were given chopsticks in place of forks and knives, and the pale Spartans found that they were the minority. The grub was authentic, as well as delightful. With full tummies, the Spartans continued on to the district of big TVs and bright lights – Times Square. It is here that Destinee Henton’s dreams came true. You see, Destinee was able to meet the real Spongebob (pictured above, left to right, Erin Reynolds '15, Destinee Henton '15, Spongebob, Chelsea Steen '15, Amanda Germer '15). After a quick snapshot, Spongebob proceeded to ask us for money (he needed the money to renovate his pineapple home). The Spartans explored, shopped, and stuffed their faces with frozen yogurt. Upon returning to the palace of La Quinta, the Spartans fell asleep as the scent of brussel sprouts and old people filled their nostrils... Delicious.

Morning arrived. Again, the Spartans prepared for battle and headed to the gym. They had won the first game and were determined to finish off the weekend 2-0. Long story short, they did just that. The Spartans defeated the Violets of NYU and headed home, heads held high. However, before they arrived at the airport, their wonderful bus driver gave them a brief tour of the city, Statue of Liberty included. Just as Ms. Liberty holds a torch high above her head, burning bright with flames, the Spartans of Case Western hold a fire inside their hearts, burning all of the time. Burning with desire. Burning with fight.

The End.