ncaa team

messy emotional thoughts on b and coach

coach approaches bitty the summer after year 3 and says they need to have a talk. in b’s mind, the best case scenario is that they’re finally discussing the birds and the bees, which they never actually did bc coach foolishly relied on b’s middle school, abstinence-only sex ed to do all the work for him.

worst case scenario though? coach found Bitty’s YouTube channel. coach knows about jack. coach is about to force a conversation b isn’t ready to have.

so b’s p anxious as he follows coach to the den and waits for his father to speak. to his surprise, coach pulls out two beers and an old notebook, brimming with loose sheets and red ink.

“even if it’s not a coaching position,” coach says gruffly, tossing b his football-shaped bottle opener. “being captain is an important job. you gotta be the heart of the team, son, and I don’t doubt your abilities for a second, but, well…I’ve been waiting awhile to give you this.”

and he hands the book over and b flips through it. partially it’s plays, not too relevant to hockey but with some interesting ideas. the rest, though, is messy scribbles, notes on how to approach closed-off teammates, ideas on nutrition and team bonding and rousing speeches. Bitty’s tearing up before he can help it.

“thanks, dad,” he says softly, thumbing mindlessly through the pages again and again. “i…hope I’ll make you proud.”

“‘Course you will,” coach says, clinking their bottles together. “You always do.”

Okay - hear me out.

Bitty just got named Captain of the SMH Team right?  But he has been pretty open at Samwell about being a proud gay man.  Took a male date to his first Screw and though he didn’t date around, he never hid who he is.

Now?  Well it’s true that there are more gay athletes in college who are coming out while still on their teams, but our boy might be the first Captain of a male NCAA team who is gay and out. and his team knew before electing him unanimously captain.  

Since these kinds of stories are usually picked up by sports news, how long will it take before there are calls for interviews and reporters looking through his social media for information to write about him.  

What do they find?  Well, they will find that he was open and honest about things since his freshman year and that he also talked about never falling for a straight boy. Then in his Junior year he got a boyfriend who apparently is not in college.  

So there are two issues facing Bitty - first, he might be outed to his family if he doesn’t tell them soon and then there’s this picture on his instagram

Can you say a comedy of misunderstandings, assumptions, and wrong guesses about who his boyfriend is??  And does anyone doubt that Kent would thoroughly enjoy screwing with reporters about it?

im just really fucking emotional over bitty’s journey since year one ok?? like hes grown so much he’s not as afraid of checking anymore hes willing to push through something that has been a trigger for his ptsd he’s found this family that accepts and loves him for who he is unconditionally and thats something he probably never dreamed of hes grown into a unbelievable good hockey player and is now the captain of a ncaa team that has gone to the final four before and on top of that will most likely be the first openly gay captain and i just cant i absolutely cant my boy has grown up so much and i’m so proud 

anonymous asked:

Do you think Neil has a binder (solely) for Andrew (and him) and one for his Foxes? What's inside the binder(s)? And ohh btw I just simply love your hc about the photos ((and i want more bec i love you and your hcs so much))

thanks bb <3

(neil only got the binders because he can’t cover every spare inch of the walls of their apartments in photos and articles - even he recognises that it would make it look like a serial stalker’s den. yes, andrew’s slightly judgmental expression did help him to reach that conclusion)

anyway, a list of some of the contents of neil’s post-graduation binders:

  • every photograph and article about kevin day neil can get his hands on - and there’s a lot of them. kevin holding trophies, kevin with his teams, kevin and thea in elegant clothes at big events, kevin smiling in a way that starts fake but gets more real as the years pass. kevin, alive. kevin, victorious. kevin with everything that riko tried to take from him. (enough of them that andrew made a dry comment or two about neil at least being predictable in his obsessions) (he’s quietly satisfied by the progression, too)
  • articles on robin, as both a fox and afterwards, concrete proof of neil’s work as a captain and andrew’s…something neil isn’t quite sure of sometimes, still. photos of her standing tall and proud, no trace of the mousey child who was nearly too afraid to be a fox
  • a collection of postcards addressed to them both in renee’s neat hand - pictures of mountain ranges and jungles and forests and deserts and cityscapes, ones that still make neil think about a different kind of travel than the frightened bolt he and his mother did across half the planet all those years ago with that vague kind of longing for something different
  • the entire photographic coverage of allison’s first fashion show (neil was there, which meant andrew was there. unsurprisingly, andrew ‘i wear designer clothes’ minyard found it more interesting than neil ‘the height of fashion is my partner’s oversized hoodie and these jeans that i’ve had for ten years’ josten)
  • a heavy piece of cream card inviting neil and andrew to the wedding of nicholas hemmick and erik klose (they went. neil had never seen nicky happier)
  • a picture of matt and neil hugging on the court after eschewing the more normal post-game handshake, wearing different colours and smiles
  • articles following dan’s career, from her first teams through to the foxes, including photos of her familiarly disapproving and determined and delighted expression on the sidelines or amongst her players
  • a collection of photos taken by various foxes at their ‘reunions’ - matt and dan curled in the same armchair, dan laughing because she’s getting squashed. renee braiding allison’s hair, her face all careful concentration, while allison sits on the floor between her knees drinking wine. aaron and kevin arguing, for old time’s sake. nicky and andrew making drinks while erik watches on in the background. all of them together in one mess, no one looking the right way, someone’s eyes closed, someone laughing a little bit too hard - perfect
  • a singular photo of jean moreau, helmet under his arm as he looks down at jeremy knox, the man he followed through the professional leagues post-college. he’s smiling in it, grey eyes crinkled in the corners. (neil can’t quite explain why he kept it - he doesn’t look at it much. when he does, he remembers)
  • a collection of articles about andrew on the court, from his first year pro all the way through. articles that still call him dangerous, but mean it in relation to the scoring percentages of his opposition. photos of him stretched out in goal, immortalised in brutal determination, beside total strangers calling him talented, even calling him revolutionary because of his style of play
  • more articles about andrew, off of the court - andrew as an icon, flat-faced beside LGBT campaigners for sports, speaking bluntly and truthfully and tactlessly at events as an invited guest. 
  • andrew, whose thesis on the treatment of mentally ill juveniles in the justice system was publicised by a psu student, who stared at everyone who questioned him about it in a way that unmistakably said i meant what i wrote
  • andrew, the survivor, who donates so much of his salary to a variety of causes, who did before anyone knew and who continued after it became public like he didn’t give a fuck because he didn’t
  • photos of the andrew that belong to neil, ones that make andrew curl his lip if neil pins them up - he and his brother standing shoulder to shoulder at the reception of aaron’s wedding, caught on camera by the official photographer in a very rare moment of understanding. him bathed in the light of a sunset on their balcony, all golden. he and neil together wearing red, white and blue in the locker room of a foreign stadium, ready to walk on the court for their country. him on the couch, asleep on his belly with one of the cats curled up in the cup of his lower back
  • (neil doesn’t mean to document his own history, only theirs - it happens by accident. there’s a photo of him beside kevin, medals around both of their necks at a world cup final. a photo him in the audience of an event where andrew is on the stage, photographed looking up from the crowd with a slight smile on his face included in an article on andrew. one from a reunion, taken from behind him and andrew with the sun turning them to silhouettes, including where their hands are curled together between them. a headshot of him from a where are they now-style article on the first ncaa champion fox team, scars on display and stare as bright and challenging as ever - still alive)
Coach

Summary: He always knew Dicky was different. Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. A glimpse into the relationship of Coach and Bitty, and how Coach comes to terms with it all.  Also on AO3

Originally posted by harrimaniac27

“So, Dicky. Do you want to watch a movie?”

Coach was happy to have Dicky at home. His visits had become far and few between, a rare thing, ever since… well, recently. Suzanne was out with her bowling league, so it was just the two of them for the evening.

“Sure, Coach. What do you wanna see? I think Predator is about to start,” Bitty replied as he grabbed a bag of Brother Kane potato chips from the kitchen and settled into the couch.

He then took the remote and was browsing through the channel guide.

“Also Rocky III is on, uh… Casino. What else…”

Coach watched his son and smiled listening to the movie choices being offered to him.

He always knew Dicky was different.

Not bad different, just not like the rest of the boys in the neighborhood. When he was younger and the other coaches had their boys in pee wee leagues (already drilling the eye on the prize mentality into their heads: “One day you’ll be the star quarterback, son!”) he would look at Dicky and sigh knowing that wouldn’t be his son’s fate.

And he made peace with it, for Dicky was always kind, always helpful, always wore a smile on his face and a smudge of flour on his cheek.

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Superstition

I haven’t washed my blue socks
They’re still covered in Champaign
And we sit in the same spot
Every single game

Someone talks about when next they play
And we all knock on wood
They only ever have today
So, we’ll do everything we should

We’ll turn our shirts inside out
When they’re down at the half
We’ll keep the words in our mouths
Less they come to pass

And if they score when I pee
Then in the bathroom I must be
Until they’re done
With the run
The loss won’t be on me

the most room in our hearts

So all things considered, Will really thinks he’s a pretty strong guy.

He lifts weights on a regular basis. He’s been working on lobster boats since he was fourteen, and that’s not easy work. He plays defense on an NCAA hockey team and takes checks from huge, angry dudes all the fucking time, and gets right back up to hit back. He’s a strong guy, is what he’s saying.

But this? This is not fair.

The this in question is Derek fucking Nurse, sitting on a picnic blanket in Will’s backyard, while Will’s little cousins crawl all over him. Katie and Ava are sitting on either side of him, jabbering about something, while Conor hangs off his shoulders. Nursey has Gracie in one arm and is gently breaking up an argument between Sean and Aiden over a toy truck.

“Billy, are you even listening to me?”

Will jolts himself back to the present as Megan punches him in the shoulder. “Don’t call me Billy,” he says, automatic, and then blinks. “I mean, what?”

Megan snorts, pushing her hair off her face. Like a number of his cousins, she’s more of a strawberry blonde than a proper redhead, but she still has just as many freckles as he does. “Dude,” she says. “Are you even trying to be subtle?”

(read the rest on AO3)

6

Morgan Paige Brian// 24 years old


Individual Awards-

High school:

×Parade National Player of the Year: 2010
×NSCAA Youth Player of the Year: 2010
×NSCAA High School and Youth All-American: 2010
×ESPN Rise All-American: 2010
×Gatorade Georgia State Player of the Year: 2010, 2011

College:

×Soccer America National Freshman of the Year: 2011
×NSCAA All-American First Team: 2011, 2013, 2014
×Soccer America First Team MVP: 2011
×MAC Hermann Trophy Semifinalist: 2011
×NSCAA All-Southeast Region First Team: 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014
×ACC Freshman of the Year: 2011
×All-ACC First Team: 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014
×VaSID State Freshman of the Year: 2011
×ACC Tournament MVP: 2012
×Soccer America Second Team MVP: 2012
×TopDrawerSoccer.com Team of the Season, Second Team: 2012
×VaSID All-Sate First Team: 2012
×MAC Hermann Trophy Winner: 2013, 2014
×Soccer America Player of the Year: 2013
×TopDrawerSoccer.com Player of the Year: 2013
×Honda Award Nominee: 2013, 2014
×Soccer America First Team MVP: 2013, 2014
×TopDrawer Soccer.com Best XI First Team: 2013
×College Soccer Madness All-American First Team: 2013
×VaSID State Player of the Year: 2013, 2014
×All-NCAA Tournament Team: 2013, 2014
×ACC All-Tournament Team: 2013, 2014
×Virginia Nike Soccer Classic All-Tournament Team: 2013
×TopDrawerSoccer.com Preseason Best XI First Team: 2013, 2014
×TopDrawerSoccer.com National Player of the Year: 2014

International:

×U.S. Soccer Young Female Athlete of the Year Finalist: 2013
×2016 CONCACAF Women’s Olympic Qualifying Championship Golden Ball Winner

Team:

×2012 CONCACAF U-20 Women’s Championship
×2012 FIFA U-20 Women’s World Cup
×2014 CONCACAF Women’s Qualifying

Tournament:

×2015 Algarve Cup
×2015 FIFA Women’s World Cup
×2016 CONCACAF Women’s Olympic Qualifying
×2016 SheBelieves Cup

With the mumps going around the NHL again let’s talks about our problematic fav Jack Zimmermann. A few guys on the Falconers have it but Jack hasn’t started showing any symptoms so he figures it’s fine if Bitty still comes down to visit, oh boy is it not. They spend the whole weekend [REDACTED] and by the time Bitty leaves he too is unknowingly infected. Bitty being Bitty immediately makes a pie when he gets back to the Haus, spreading the mumps to SMH. SMH spreads it to half of Samwell and pretty much every NCAA team they play. Thus the mumps outbreak in NCAA hockey that can be linked back to one Mr. Jack Zimmermann. The mumps also spread to the Aces even though there were no reported cases in the Western conference.

What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus


Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  


Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”


Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”


Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.


The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”


When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

My Thoughts on the Georgia Situation

In case you haven’t been on the Gymternet in the past 24 hours (or past few days), I’m here to inform you that there has been a lot of controversy surrounding the University of Georgia gymnastics team over the past few days. Last week, it was announced that three Georgia gymnasts were “dismissed” from the team (Caroline Bradford, Jasmine Arnold and Natalie Vaculik).

The announcement of the dismissal strikes me as a tad odd, strictly because Arnold and Bradford were walk-ons, and because walk-ons typically don’t contribute on many events, they are known for coming and going without much drama surrounding their departures. It’s just part of the game. The perhaps more surprising announcement is that of Vaculik’s departure from the team, a scholarship athlete who contributed heavily on vault, bars and beam during her freshmen and sophomore seasons, but was forced to only compete on bars twice this season due to nagging injuries and illness. With only one year left of eligibility, it seems weird that Vaculik would be dismissed from the team, especially due to her contributions in her first two years of collegiate gymnastics. 

Gymnasts being booted from the team aside, it was announced yesterday evening (Monday, April 24) that Danna Durante was officially fired as Georgia’s head coach. It is also rumoured that along with Durante being given the boot, two assistant coaches were ALSO fired and that the three gymnasts originally “dismissed” from the team last week, will in reality not be kicked off the Georgia squad. 

Now that we have some background, here are my thoughts below. **Please note that this is simply my speculation and opinion on the situation. 

First off, I would like to acknowledge that Durante’s behaviour in the past week or so has been sketchy at best. It is rumoured that she has closed the gym until July, post-poned the end of year team banquet, and dismissed three gymnasts from the team. While I cannot condone the lack of transparency of the situation, I have to admit that there have been worse things occurring in the NCAA gymnastics world this year (*cough* MSU, PSU *cough*). In the Georgia student paper, it was announced that Durante was let go, with no reason given for her sudden termination. Leaving the public to speculate as to what is happening behind closed doors. 

In my opinion, I don’t agree with Durante’s firing. She brought a team that didn’t go to the Super Six ONCE under Jay Clark, to a team that qualified to Nationals every year under her reign and made it to the Super Six three out of the five years. If Danna was dismissed due to abusive coaching practices, I would 100% endorse her dismissal. However, it is speculated that she was fired for “lack of improving results” over the past few years. THIS IS WHY WE NEED TRANSPARENCY. If she was fired for not having good results, I think this just further reinforces the idea that athletic directors do not understand how the sport of gymnastics works. Sure, Georgia has been unable to reproduce another national championship victory after winning five consecutive championships from 2005-2009, but times have changed since then. Joining powerhouses UCLA, Florida, Utah and Alabama,  the main challengers during the 05-09 time period, are LSU and Oklahoma, thought to be the top two teams this season. There are more top teams than ever before that can challenge for a national championship, and Georgia is in the middle of a program re-build. After losing many top recruits to other schools when Jay Clark left (the biggest ones being Lexie Priessman and Ruby Harrold), Danna finally had some top gymnasts recruited for the next few recruiting classes, including athletes like Emily Schild, Marissa Oakley, Ashley Foss, Rachael Lukacs and Megan Roberts.

Unless there were deeper issues, it would appear that Durante was fired in the middle of her rebuild. It is also possible that the athletic director from Georgia received many complaints after Durante dismissed the three gymnasts from the team, which could contribute to her termination. Along with Durante being fired however, it is rumoured that two of her assistant coaches were ALSO let go. At this time however, I don’t believe this to be the case as only Durante’s name was removed from the Georgia Gymnastics website. Bottom line here is that many of the controversy surrounding this issue would be put to rest if Georgia was a little more upfront about the reasoning surrounding their decisions.

So what do you think, was Durante rightfully terminated? Will the three gymnasts originally dismissed from the team have their positions reinstated? Will the two assistant coaches stay? Let’s keep the conversation going! 

- Inbar-Gienger (aka Emily) 

So apparently I’ve been “misleading”

It has come to my attention that I am not a good representation of a person interested in fitness because I am “thick” and “bigger.” So at the risk of misleading more people, here’s a disclaimer:

- I am not skinny

- I’m not petite 

- “One-size-fits-all” clothing does not look flattering on me 

- I don’t have a low body fat percentage 

- I have rolls when I sit down, a lot more than I would like too 

- I don’t have a thigh gap 

- I’m not “ripped” or “shredded” or “lean” 

- My BMI is considered overweight 

- I won’t wear a sports bra and spandex in public because I don’t have the ideal body type to do so

But here’s what I am:

- a competitive soccer player of over 12 years. I won several titles, was MVP, played every position under the sun and worked harder than anyone on my team 

- Without experience playing basketball, I made my JV team in high school. by the end of the first season, I was moved up to varisty and was a starter within the year

- Never rowing in my entire life, I tried out for my college crew team. Within two months I was practicing and in the lineup for a D1 NCAA rowing team. 

- I’m a runner. I run on a weekly and daily basis. I’m signed up for my first half marathon this spring and I’m both excited and terrified. 

If my size is the determining factor in how fit I am then I am ashamed of what this world is coming to because I have more talent, work ethic, and determination in my thick leg than most people have in their body. I’ve never been the smallest on any of my teams but surprisingly that never stopped me from being one of the most successful. I’m so sick of this culture emphasizing thin as the key determinant for health and fitness level. I have my body and my body kicks fucking ass so you can take your “misleadings” and shove them up yours. There’s nothing wrong with being lean and shredded and impressively muscular. But those aren’t the only ways to be in shape and more people need to understand and accept that.

FITNESS IS NOT A PHYSIQUE 

can we as a fandom please not forget that bitty is a pretty hardcore athlete? he did figure skating for years and made it to junior regionals figure skaters do ballet as well for multiple reasons that’s some pretty hardcore stuff on its own but then he moved on to hockey and it probably overlapped with his figure skating at first and he made captain of his team in just a few short years and then got into a college on a hockey scholarship. college hockey is a pretty serious level its not just some beer league stuff about 30 percent of current nhl players were college players at one point 12 players on the pens roster were college players and players like toews played in college and samwell is a d1 ncaa hockey team which while not located in boston, it is pretty close and boston is a serious college hockey area (to put it in perspective boston college, boston university, and harvard are in the the top 10 in standings for d1 hockey right now. boston college is in 3rd. in the ecac conference standings harvard is in 6th). and bitty jumped from third line to first line his freshman year on a team that made it to the final four with jack zimmermann on his line a future nhl player and someone who he canonically makes him play better when they are together

im just so tired of bitty being seen as this small weak tiny dude in this fandom just because he’s smaller then the average hockey player and he is afraid of checking