So I'm walking through the UW Campus, looking for the giant head of Edvard Grieg (but that's a story for another time). When I come across the following (click to embiggen).
Here's a closer look -
The goalie is standing in front of three hoop-shaped goals. She is riding a broom. In fact, all the players are have brooms between their thighs as they run around with a number of balls.
Quidditch. They are playing quidditch.
I'm not quite sure how to react to this. If you were 8-10 when the first Harry Potter books came out, you'd be about college age now.
But watching a large pitch of fans cheering on the game makes me miss the more gentile, reasonable sports of an earlier generation, now abandoned. Ones that were creations of masses as opposed to being presented in popular fiction. Immortal games of contest that we could truly call our own.
You know, like frisbee golf.
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