Sorority Intramurals

[BobbyTheDon]

Ok, we all know that in Fraternity intramurals it got super intense and there was a lot of shit talking. Which is the FUN of intramurals.


You don't have to name names or anything. One time, I saw this one chick get pants. It was f'in awesome. You could see her entire ass. haha.

I remember my chapter host a Powderpuff tournament. I do remember quotes like this...

" I'm gonna ripp that bitches hair off"

"I'm going to eat your children" (Mike Tyson just recently said that)

" Oh man, I'm just waiting for that bitch to throw a punch at me, it's going to be an all out brawl"

" Oh man, we are playing *$#($ sorority!?!? ITS ON! C'mon SISTERS! LETS BEAT THESE BITCHES! "

god I loved it. So intense. Or how about the, " ooh we all hate this sorority, so lets cheer for this sorority...and make it CLEAR that we are cheering for them. "

I didn't ever really watch sorority intramurals, but all I know is that when these chicks competed, it was FORREAL.


WOmen, POST YOUR STORIES OF YOUR INTRAMURALS! Oh and please go into detail. Please, I need details...uhhh....yaeh. haha

[ShaedyKD]

Oh, I got a story for you. Actually a couple stories. But I'm still at work at my 8th floor cubicle, so ya'll will have to wait until I get home.

[WCUgirl]

I have a story. But it wasn't intramurals. It was during the Greek Games part of Greek Week.

All the sororities hated us 'cause we'd win every year. Well, the tug-of-war competition started, and it was our turn. We picked up the rope, and the other sorority picked up the rope, and the judge counted down.

"Three....two....one.....GO!"

We started to pull as hard as we could.

The other girls let go of the rope.

We went flying backwards. Hard.

Yeah, girls are catty.

[cashmoney]

Bobby, I totally know what you're saying. I never knew how vicious greek chicks could be until after a powderpuff game. Its better than watching pro-wrestling as far as shit talking goes.

[ShaedyKD]

My chapter was Sorority Intramural Champions in 2001, 2003 and 2004, so needless to say, we took our IMs very seriously.

We had a sister get kneeed in the face during a flag football game -after she had already been tackled, and was down on the ground. As a result, she lost 2 teeth, and had to be rushed to the emergency dentist. This game was against our rivals, and the game was ugly, especially after that. But my sister was tough, and came back that season, mouthpiece in hand...or mouth, if you will. From then on, we made posters that said "It's all fun and games until someone loses a tooth" and we would draw pictures of little teeth on them. Or we would write "Do it for (sister's name)!" and draw a little smiley face with blacked out teeth.

I remember a girl (in a sorority that shall remain nameless) having a temper tantrum on the field, and actually crying to an umpire at a softball game over what she thought was a bad call. The phrase "there's no crying in softball" was born, and we heckled her anytime she struck out, missed a catch, or got thrown out.

The 5K run is always the last IM event of the year that earns points for the championship total. You would get points for each person to finish the race, and of course more points if someone placed. One of our sisters was an awesome long distance runner. The whole race, everytime she would come up behind a girl, she would say "are you in a sorority?" and if they said yes, she would sprint past them! She kept doing that, and came in second place, but she was the first out of any sorority members. Needless to say, we won IMs that year.

We never brawled, but I think the song "Girl Fight" could be used if a montage was ever made about sorority IM games.

[JenMarie]

Greek week is intense here. Fights would break out if you weren't automatically disqualified for starting one.

[TriDeltaGal]

Haha... this totally reminds me of an article one of my sorority sisters wrote for the "Daily Bruin" as a sports colomnists a couple of years ago. Here it is, luckily I have it on my computer saved since our archives don't go back that far...


"Who says Chicks can't play football"

You think we're nice. Or maybe you don't. Maybe you think we're elitist; maybe you think we're promiscuous; maybe you think we're things I can't print here.

But regardless of what you think we are, I'm sure you would not label sorority girls, football players.

Even though I'm pretty sure UCLA's defensive line doesn't subsist on Diet Coke and lettuce, football has been on the minds of more than just the "real" Bruin players this past week. Yes, it's sorority IM football playoff time.

You laugh, but this is no joke – sorority IM football is intense.

There must be some Jekyll-and-Hyde complex going on because those girls you see on campus clad in Tiffany's and two pounds of lip-gloss change completely when it comes time to walk onto the North Athletic Field. The term "game face" takes on a whole new meaning for sorority girls without mascara and black eyeliner.

In fact, some of the moves girls try to get away with warrant the creation of a tackle IM league – screw the flags. It's clear that IM football is becoming a better outlet than the therapists at the Ashe Center. Katy, one of my roommates, likes to describe how her hair is consistently "mistaken" for a flag.

Please – that is not a mistake.

"At almost every game this season someone's tried to rip out my ponytail," she said. "They try to get away with these illegal moves, and they all pretty much work."

If you think we're afraid to break a nail, you've got it wrong because the girls who come out play – and play rough. One of the girls had acrylic nails that would make Wolverine's adamantium claws look tame, and she scratched at my back to rip off my flag – which, might I add, was around my waist, not my shoulders. Even a sorority girl angry at her boyfriend cannot compare to a sorority girl intent on taking you out in football. And I have to admit; I think we all like it.

The only generalization that seems to consistently hold true in these games is the girls are a little… starts with a "b," ends with a "y," and has the word "itch" in the middle.

At one game, a team's obvious ringleader stood on the sidelines, arms crossed over a tummy that showed one too many Pint Nights, and looked very stern, almost as if her life was riding on this game – in an eerily Toledo-esque fashion.

"They're throwing to the chick with the blonde hair," she yelled to the girls on the field. "She's the only one who can catch!"

Besides the fact that all five of us on the field were blonde (surprised?), Kristin (the receiver in question) was not the only one who could catch. Instead, sideline girl had unknowingly figured out our play, which had worked for the entire first half.

Our team would have changed it up if the competition – "competition" – had only deciphered it sooner. 'What,' you ask, 'you have plays?' I'd share them, but you never know who might dig this out next season and prepare an adequate defense. All I'll say is that our most effective was dubbed the "Rainbow".

There is certainly a stigma attached to being a "sorority girl." The label always corresponds to shopping sprees with daddy's credit card instead of going to class, and of course, drinks afterwards.

But when the Bruin men invade the Rose Bowl tomorrow, look around in the stands. The girls sitting en masse with matching highlights and Ralph Lauren sunglasses staring intently at the field are mostly likely trying to decide how to convert the plays to five-on-five match-ups.

After all, it's never too early to prepare for next season.

[Stef the Pef]

Wow...I'm kind of a wuss, so I don't do intramurals, but I did participate in the smack-talking fun that was Pike's Pranks--a huge field day competition between the new member classes. Our chapter has a wide variety of body sizes and types, so when we went up against a mainly twiggy bunch in tug-o-war, it was all about "LET'S BREAK THEM LIKE TWIGS!"

Oh, I love smack talk. I should go to more intramurals games this year. )