Currently Listening O By Damien Rice see related

Dear Web Journal,

Hear that chanting? Hear it? Listen closely now....shhhhhhush, there it is? Getting louder, louder....CHAMPIONE CHAMPIONE CHAMPIONE. That's right friends and enemies.  I am a dodgeball champion. Well, champion in the loosest meaning of the word, as in, I played dodgeball with a bunch of hipsters in Williamsburg and happened to be on a team that one 9, NO! 10! games straight.

It's true, I wouldn't lie about such things. On Sunday, my buddies Phil and Azrael accompanied me to McCarren Pool for a Sunday music pool party woo! Well, not only did they have an a-ma-zing slip and slide, but they also had a dodgeball tournament.  We signed our waivers and jumped right in! After teaming up with a charismatic lil' guy named Jack and forming the team Motherfucker, we proceeded to lose 3 games straight. But lo and behold, one water break later we took the makeshift court once again and the reign of terror began! We couldn't lose! I had my own cheering section ("Yay girl" seemed to be my newly christened dodgeball name). Someone called down to me from the spectators area that he was placing money on us. Jack ran around as the distractor, Phil hit people with the greatest of ease, all the other members (like Ian - some guy who was absolutely adorable) threw balls with an alarming accuracy, and I caught anything thrown my way. Ten games straight we went, and in the blistering heat of the day, it was nothing to scoff at, I tell you what. I don't care if it is only dodgeball.

Icing on the cake-as Phil, Azrael and I were walking toward the L train, no longer in McCarren Pool but out and about in *actual* Billyburg, a hipster approached us with a "Hey, Dodgeball Champions". Then he gave me advice on how to treat my skin for sunburn. I kid you not. It happened. For a few cherished moments, I was a celebrity. A celebrity amongst the hipsters. Can you fucking believe it?!? Neither can I, still, which is why I am writing about it a week after it happened. What does this mean for me? Is MisShapes next?  I can only keep my fingers crossed, as should you.

Love, Rachael