It’s funny, the human body lacks the ability to recall exact physical pain (hell, if we could the human race would have died out a long time ago, hello childbirth), we just recognize and remember that it was awful, torturous, horrendous, you get my drift.Â So if you are smart, you choose not to put yourself into a situation that will bring on back that agony, unless, of course, you are a masochist or if the pleasure is more memorable than the discomfort (again, apparently people like getting pregnant and having babies).Â Thus is the situation with the Washington Kastles.
Every summer for a few weeks, in the sweltering unbearable humidity and heat that this town/former swamp hands to us on a silver platter, we mosey over to the Kastles Stadium (now at the Wharf in Southwest) to endure hours of sitting in our own puddle of sweat, as perspiration literally floods down our faces, our back, our chest and pools in the most unbecoming places (no, I really didn’t pee my pants, it’s just my sweat, thank you). Our breath is shallow, our energy low.Â For most people, you do that once, maybe twice, and you say, “No thank you, please!” But for some reason, fans keep coming back to watch these guys and gals tough it out on the WTT home court.Â Maybe it’s because they do REFUSE TO LOSE and that Coach Murphy Jensen is so admirable, fun to watch, and you just root for him and his team to kick ass.Â Maybe it’s because the team spirit and connection to the fans is easy to feel.Â Maybe it’s because it’s what you do as a good community citizen, you come out and support the local professional team because they in turn have done so much for kids, charities, and the community at large.Â Maybe it’s because it’s about damn time we have a winning team.Â Or maybe it’s to see if team owner Mark Ein will finally not wear a dark suit – how does he do it?
At any rate, even Michelle Obama came out to sit dead center in the sun which didn’t set for quite some time after the game started at 7pm, to watch Kastles’ Venus Williams and team beat the Boston Lobsters.Â While we melted, we were encouraged to MAKE SOME NOISE and hold up REFUSE TO LOSE signs.
Forget about the heat for a second and support the Kastles if you have the time.Â SCHEDULE HERE.
See you at the Wharf (tonight is the Charity Match, and yes, we’ll be back with the story and pictures).
Pamela Lynne Sorensen is the founder of Pamela’s Punch, a leading source of information for the “who, what, when, and where” of Washington, DC’s elite social, professional, and philanthropic scene, which she founded in November of 2006. In 2012 she launched Pacific Punch, based in Los Angeles. Pamela comes from an extensive background in sales and business development from a variety of industries, has been involved with charities and fundraising for a number of years and holds several Board and leadership positions. She currently resides in Arlington, Virginia and when she’s not out on the town, she’s reading or writing while sipping fine wine, or traveling the country and the world ISO adventures, beauty, fun, food, style, libations, music, and the good life. Follow her on Twitter at @pamelaspunch.