Quidditch really surprised the shit out of me, words I never thought I’d type.
First, the play is way more physical than it’s possible to truly comprehend without seeing it firsthand. Think rugby with a broom between your legs.
And secondly, there’s crying in Quidditch. Crying?! There’s no crying in Quidditch!
Yep, I saw it all recently at the Quidditch World Cup outside Orlando.
Ok, I’ve seen one or two Harry Potter flicks, so I sorta remember them playing a game with balls, baskets and, oh yeah, flying brooms. But I wasn’t taking notes. It wasn’t like I thought it’d ever become part of my world of Weird Sports™.
Needless to say, no levitation here, Holmes. And no costumed athletes, which surprised me some. Though the Florida heat would have destroyed them in short order.
The very basic of descriptions (poached from their web site): “Quidditch is a co-ed, full-contact sport that combines elements of rugby, dodgeball, and Olympic handball, with four balls (plus a human snitch) and seven players per team vying for control of an elliptical pitch.”
Eighty teams, hailing from across the States and as far away as Australia, France, Canada, the UK, and Mexico, competed for the championship title.
The squads battling it out the final day of play were largely large college powerhouses, such as UCLA, Texas, Texas A&M and LSU, all programs known for football and hoops, and less for fantastical make believing.
Here’s the thing: these teams, these players put everything they had into Quidditch. Passion. Blood. Sweat. Tears. That – and the Florida heat – left me slightly stunned and very impressed.
Without doubt, Quidditch is one of the best team sports I’ve ever shot, also words I never thought I’d type.
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