Jesus Christ pose

Another night, another pair of losses. But that's OK.

I take blame for the first one, giving Random Fling carte blanche to play a 5-2 guy-girl ratio all game. The rules say they should have gone 4-2, but being the softie that I am... Then that intense motherfucker with the gloves goes and mocks my first foul call in eight summers by immediately calling a foul of his own when Aaron happened to run within two yards of his airspace. Nice.

Asshole.

The second game was the most fun I've had all summer playing, even though we lost. My apologies to everyone I overthrew, underthrew and just plain missed. Whether it was the disc, my sweaty hands or a bad case of the yips, my throwing was arse. So I guess I'll take the blame for the second loss, too.

But we apparently have a chance for redemption before the playoffs: the convenor asked me for my choice of field for this upcoming Thursday, seeing as we're (once again) among the top three spirit-pointed teams. That's not bad in a league of 23 teams. Some might say we're playing too nice to win. All I know is I get to pick a field within a 5-minute walk of my house, so I always feel like a winner.

Until next time - I love you all.

Tim