If only you were there… the Dormont Pool, that is. Which is surprisingly easy to take by train — once you figure out the Port Authority schedule and route map. And then (after NOT getting all the way into the water because of my still-stitched wounds), it was onto a friend’s house for a crafty Thursday (with margaritas, natch) to make our scrimmage shirts:

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IT FINALLY FEELS OFFICIAL!
And no, I do NOT have MRSA in my butt.
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