Thursday, August 13, 2009

Sunny, 25 degrees, with a threat of violence.

What a beautiful night for frisbee Wednesday was. Too bad we had to start the game.

The final score of 15-8 doesn't sound too bad, especially when one considers the lightning-quick 6-0 deficit in which we found ourselves.

But the unpleasant part had naught to do with the score and everything to do with sportsmanship, or the lack thereof, displayed by the other side. Maintaining a tight 4-man cup on a newbie who they recognized as playing her first game of ultimate just isn't cool, no matter the score. And when it's a lopsided score, well, fuck off, shitdick.

In the end, the offence was fine, our defence picked up, but the other guys were stacked with comp league players who didn't believe in dropping the disc. So there you go.

I like to think the main reason the latter half of the game was close was due to the other team's (very real) fear that Ivan and/or Derek could revert to curb-stomping mode at any moment. So I guess that makes them co-players of the game.

Many thanks to all who showed up on an irregular night, and more thanks to those who recruited ladies for the game. All things considered, I had a decent time on a beautiful Wednesday night. Even though that Stu guy was such a dick.

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