Alright, let me tell you about this thing called “wiz sports”. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, honestly.
It all started a few weekends back. My buddies were buzzing about it, saying we absolutely had to try it. I pictured something intense, maybe like those obstacle course races you see on TV, but with a weird fantasy twist. I wasn’t super keen, I prefer my weekends a bit more relaxed, you know? But peer pressure, man. It gets you.
So, I found myself driving out to this park area they’d booked. First thing I noticed? The outfits. People were actually wearing robes. Not like, fancy movie robes, but more like colorful bathrobes or graduation gowns they’d probably found at a thrift store. And pointy hats. I felt ridiculous just standing there in my normal track pants and t-shirt.
Getting Into It
They handed me this flimsy plastic stick – supposed to be a wand, I guess. The whole thing felt a bit like a kid’s birthday party gone wild. The “sport” itself was… well, chaotic.
Here’s basically what we did:
- Run around trying to tag people from the other team with soft foam balls.
- If you got hit, you had to go to a “regeneration zone” and do jumping jacks. Seriously.
- There were these hoops set up on poles, like really low basketball hoops. Sometimes you had to try and throw the foam balls through them while someone else tried to block you with their “wand”.
- Lots of yelling. Mostly nonsense spells people were making up on the spot.
I started off just kind of shuffling around, feeling awkward. Didn’t want to pull a muscle doing something silly. But then, Dave from accounting, wearing this bright purple robe, sprints past me, trips over his own feet, and does a spectacular face-plant right into the grass. Lost his hat and everything. We all stopped and just burst out laughing, him included once he realized he was okay.
That kinda broke the ice for me. I figured, if Dave can look that goofy, so can I. I started running around more, actually trying to dodge the foam balls. I even managed to score a “hoop point” or whatever they called it. Felt strangely satisfying.
We played for maybe an hour. It was exhausting, mostly from laughing and the stop-start running. My “wand” got bent pretty early on when I used it to block a ball heading straight for my face. Didn’t really work, but hey, reflexes.
Was it a real sport? Nah, not in my book. But was it fun? Yeah, surprisingly, it was. It was just a good excuse to run around like idiots with friends and forget about work for a bit. Sometimes you just gotta embrace the weird stuff, you know? Didn’t keep the bent wand, though. That went straight in the bin.
