Winter Break is often a month or so at home, enjoying mother's home cooking, spending time with friends from high school, perhaps a quick internship for the ambitious - but only for those of you who are not members of the women's basketball team. Our break is to the point. This year we had five days off after final exams and were expected back in Charlottesville Dec. 26 for practice. For my teammates north of Virginia, this meant leaving home Christmas night to avoid a snowstorm that was touted to rival last winter's blizzard and resulted disappointingly in a dusting of the Charlottesville treetops. I'm definitely not bitter.
The rest of our Winter Break was spent in John Paul Jones Arena with a few hours given to our beds. One would think these circumstances unfortunate, but Winter Break is still probably one of the most relaxing times of our season. We have nothing to do but basketball and sleep. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing.
After practice everyday, at about 2 p.m. or so, the conversation in the locker room went something like this:\n"So, what are we doing tonight, guys?"
"We could watch '30 Rock' and make dinner."
"We did that last night."
"We could go get food on the Corner."
"We did that the night before."
"Go see a movie? Blow our money on three or four stores in Fashion Square?"
"None of that is free."
When you and the 13 other girls on your team are what seem like the only people in town, Charlottesville isn't quite a hot spot. Difficult to imagine, I know. We are reduced to scrambling for increasingly outlandish or increasingly dull entertainments, comparable in some manner to the embroidery fancy Victorian ladies did in their gobs of spare time.
Climbing Humpback Rock was discussed. It would be like a thriller movie, we decided, especially if we went at night with nothing but flashlights. Scratch the flashlights; we were warriors. Taking no food or water would only be upping the ante. Inquiries were made into the likelihood of bear attacks
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