***warning: this post has nothing to do with frisbee...***
in keeping with our conversation last thursday evening, i couldn't help but reflect further on the greatness that is degrassi: a ground-breaking show that is still so incredibly relevant today.
so many moments are etched into my memory, and while the "you were f***ing tessa campinelli?!" scene ranks highly, this one might just be the quintessential degrassi moment:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hzl_UY_M-as
enjoy!
ay
ps: kick-ass showing on saturday, hammers!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Bam!
And thus ends another regular season for the storied Bag Of Hammers HURL franchise. Having finished the day with two commanding wins (and one dumb stupid loss), the undermanned yet pitiless Hammers truly went out with a bang, leaving a swath of twisted limbs and sobbing opponents in their path. Things is looking up - hopefully we, er... they, can keep the momentum rolling into the extended season.
I hope everyone's muscles have un-knotted and that as I type, most of you are enjoying ribs and beer on the waterfront. Obviously I am not with you - I am at home, nursing my wounds and feeling sorry for myself. Note, for future reference, a hot bath on a stifling day in 90% humidity: NOT WORTH IT.
Anyway, here are some pics documenting our fine achievements this morning. Thanks to Ryan who snapped a lot of the good ones. BTW - I'm going to plaster that shot of me in midair all over the internet, and thus the universe. None shall know that it was taken mere milliseconds before dropsies.
Annnnd the rest can be found here, in a neat little slideshow (or here if you no want slideshow): http://www.flickr.com/photos/muiseam/sets/72157620568162050/show/with/3846263001/
Thanks for Mark and Ryan and Jill for showing up and supporting, and for Derek who today ended his ultimate career on a high note!
Tim, Derek... anyone else - yer up.
I hope everyone's muscles have un-knotted and that as I type, most of you are enjoying ribs and beer on the waterfront. Obviously I am not with you - I am at home, nursing my wounds and feeling sorry for myself. Note, for future reference, a hot bath on a stifling day in 90% humidity: NOT WORTH IT.
Anyway, here are some pics documenting our fine achievements this morning. Thanks to Ryan who snapped a lot of the good ones. BTW - I'm going to plaster that shot of me in midair all over the internet, and thus the universe. None shall know that it was taken mere milliseconds before dropsies.
Annnnd the rest can be found here, in a neat little slideshow (or here if you no want slideshow): http://www.flickr.com/photos/muiseam/sets/72157620568162050/show/with/3846263001/Thanks for Mark and Ryan and Jill for showing up and supporting, and for Derek who today ended his ultimate career on a high note!
Tim, Derek... anyone else - yer up.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tessa Campanelli and rememberances of things past...
Well, if last night's post-game beverage at Freeman's taught me anything, it's that we're used to losing. An otherwise heartbreaking loss was shrugged off in favour of a discussion of how bitchin' the 1990s were.*
Just a quick note on the game: we were the better team and it's embarrassing that we lost. Fuck.
Moving on, though, the playoffs are tomorrow and I hope everyone can make it out (even though we're well aware not everyone can play). We're literally limping into the home stretch, with injuries / preganancy robbing us of at least 5 players I'd have otherwise counted on. Alas. Let's run around, have some fun and see if we can end this fucking losing streak.
Post-tourney, it was largely decided to attend the Nuts 4 Ribs event on the waterfront, in support of testicular cancer. Should be fun, with a beer tent 'til 11 p.m., great bands and a chance to watch our own former captain Derek Land participate in a rib-eating contest. Oy.
See you on the field at 8:45 tomorrow.
* Cruddick went so far as to suggest 1995 was the best shit ever. I disagree. Do you not recall our fashion (non)sense of the time, my man? Chicks would wear corduroys and two layers of flannel over a fucking bodysuit, for fuck's sake. Gimme Tessa Campanelli in her garishly-loud-but-allowing-easy-access yellow dress any day.
Just a quick note on the game: we were the better team and it's embarrassing that we lost. Fuck.
Moving on, though, the playoffs are tomorrow and I hope everyone can make it out (even though we're well aware not everyone can play). We're literally limping into the home stretch, with injuries / preganancy robbing us of at least 5 players I'd have otherwise counted on. Alas. Let's run around, have some fun and see if we can end this fucking losing streak.
Post-tourney, it was largely decided to attend the Nuts 4 Ribs event on the waterfront, in support of testicular cancer. Should be fun, with a beer tent 'til 11 p.m., great bands and a chance to watch our own former captain Derek Land participate in a rib-eating contest. Oy.
See you on the field at 8:45 tomorrow.
* Cruddick went so far as to suggest 1995 was the best shit ever. I disagree. Do you not recall our fashion (non)sense of the time, my man? Chicks would wear corduroys and two layers of flannel over a fucking bodysuit, for fuck's sake. Gimme Tessa Campanelli in her garishly-loud-but-allowing-easy-access yellow dress any day.
Friday, August 14, 2009
No Pancakes - Eating Crow
There is always a delicate balance between frustration and fun when playing rec sports; I've always been of the opinion that win or lose, at the end of the day the most important thing was the exercise and the fresh air and the promise of a weekday beer buzz. Like Hal Johnson says, "stay fit, and have fun". That said, screw you Hal, goddammit did I want to win last night. And I tried really hard, to the point of nearly breaking my back on the ground and needlessly punishing my leg muscles such that they (and I) were virtually useless for most of our second game. I also injured Mark. And I accept full responsibility for any demerits to our spirit score from my swearing and spitting and blowing snot rockets, plus any other general embarrassing behavior stemming from my excessive expenditure of effort (alliteration!) for a co-ed recreational Frisbee game. Oh, and I punched a baby in the face and ate a kitten.
But to revisit my first sentence - this morning I wasn't bitter about the losses, or upset about my missed defensive cues, or kicking myself over all my wonky throws and dropped passes, rather I was chuckling over Derek's Rocky II impressions... and Michelle and Ivan's Lost quotes... and my planting the Frisbee under Ivan's chin as he blew past me at mach 5 (and his subsequent glowering)... and Adam's default resting position pre-huck (i.e.) crawling around on all fours. So yeah, we win some, we lose some, we are still obviously the third best team in the third tier of HURL.
Not to take away from Tim'spending post-game, but my Freeman's Overpriced Stella Draught Players of the Night were Becky, who saved many an errant pass, and Aimee, who never seems to drop anything, and Ryan, for being our heroic scorekeeper. Also noteworthy, Cruddick's now-standard 100-yard dashes and Tim's laying out on D. All positives. Playoffs should be fun, all.
Note that the above was typed to a soundtrack of Cat Stevens, so I apologize for any hippy whimsy contained herein.
EDIT: Also, unrelated - http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&ChannelID=144084911 (Things start getting good around the 1:00-mark)
But to revisit my first sentence - this morning I wasn't bitter about the losses, or upset about my missed defensive cues, or kicking myself over all my wonky throws and dropped passes, rather I was chuckling over Derek's Rocky II impressions... and Michelle and Ivan's Lost quotes... and my planting the Frisbee under Ivan's chin as he blew past me at mach 5 (and his subsequent glowering)... and Adam's default resting position pre-huck (i.e.) crawling around on all fours. So yeah, we win some, we lose some, we are still obviously the third best team in the third tier of HURL.
Not to take away from Tim's
Note that the above was typed to a soundtrack of Cat Stevens, so I apologize for any hippy whimsy contained herein.
EDIT: Also, unrelated - http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.channel&ChannelID=144084911 (Things start getting good around the 1:00-mark)
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
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
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.
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.
Upon reflection...
I'm not really sure why that team has consistently drained me of any sense of sportsmanship in our every meeting over the last seven years, nor precisely how it invariably leaves me uninterested in ever playing again. I'm struggling to decide if my lingering feeling of regret from last night is founded in my having let them get to me yet again, or having given our new draftees such an inaccurate impression of me.
Either way, I expect I'll likely attend tonight, but the countdown to retirement has surely begun.
xo.
Either way, I expect I'll likely attend tonight, but the countdown to retirement has surely begun.
xo.
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Most Depressing Thing You'll Ever See
Yay Hammers! I feel no shame whatsoever re: my relief and satisfaction last night after crushing Disc Array - who, as Tim pointed out, are a third tier team with but a single sub (and she had three fingers on each hand, wore an eyepatch and walked with a pronounced limp). But Hammers, we are also a third tier team... the best damn third tier team in the HURL! This win was massive for our confidence. Savour it, but know that our success atop the third tier will eventually lead to our promotion to the bottom of the second tier. Reality sucketh my friends.
And now, the most depressing thing you will ever see:
And now, the most depressing thing you will ever see:
Please Hammers, don't hurt 'em!
That was... awesome. Was it good for you too?
Wow. I need a cigarette.
A beautiful, wind-free night under the lights... an opponent with only one sub... and a Bag of Hammers doing everything right. It all adds up to victory, sweet, delicious victory.
No use nominating the Propeller Bitter Player of the Game, as everyone kicked arse. There were more sharp cuts, short throws and timely runs last night than we'd put together in the previous month. And tenacious 'D' abounded, leaving them nothing but a long game. Word!
Let's keep it going into next week - three games in two nights. Think of how the standings will look once we win all three! I'm gonna be fat from all the Victory burgers...
Hugs and kisses, love and rockets.
Wow. I need a cigarette.
A beautiful, wind-free night under the lights... an opponent with only one sub... and a Bag of Hammers doing everything right. It all adds up to victory, sweet, delicious victory.
No use nominating the Propeller Bitter Player of the Game, as everyone kicked arse. There were more sharp cuts, short throws and timely runs last night than we'd put together in the previous month. And tenacious 'D' abounded, leaving them nothing but a long game. Word!
Let's keep it going into next week - three games in two nights. Think of how the standings will look once we win all three! I'm gonna be fat from all the Victory burgers...
Hugs and kisses, love and rockets.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Scheduling things...
A brief Hammers August schedule (subject to change):
Thursday, Aug. 6 - 9:25, Wanderer's Ground
Wednesday, Aug. 12 - TBD makeup game with Airwolf
Thursday, Aug. 13 - DOUBLEHEADER at The Pit, 7:45 and 9:25
Thursday, Aug. 20 - TBD
Saturday, Aug. 22 - Playoffs (bulk of the morning/afternoon)
Thursday, Aug. 6 - 9:25, Wanderer's Ground
Wednesday, Aug. 12 - TBD makeup game with Airwolf
Thursday, Aug. 13 - DOUBLEHEADER at The Pit, 7:45 and 9:25
Thursday, Aug. 20 - TBD
Saturday, Aug. 22 - Playoffs (bulk of the morning/afternoon)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Lockhart's Greatest Hits
While I don't disagree that Sara and Cruddick and Aimee and Mark all had an excellent game last night, I feel it would be a gross oversight to not mention Adam's potential - nay, official! - BoH Play Of The Year(TM), which I have captured in this handy-dandy little stick-figure cartoon.
Note that we would also be remiss if we did not mention Adam's subsequent flattening of Aimee in the end zone, which, coupled with my flattening of her husband in the other end zone, made for a rather punishing night for the Ruddick/Yazbecks.
Note that we would also be remiss if we did not mention Adam's subsequent flattening of Aimee in the end zone, which, coupled with my flattening of her husband in the other end zone, made for a rather punishing night for the Ruddick/Yazbecks.
Good day, Sunshine!
Tough loss, but a lovely evening. 15-10 final after an 8-3 opening half means the second half was a tie. Frankly, I felt we were the better team in the second half - a few more conversions when we were on the goalline and we'd have had a chance to win.
Speaking of which, many apologies for my own shite play. I've recovered from last year's "dropsies", but sweet Jesus, I didn't contribute much last night except yelling and laying out the cones for an extraordinarily large field. You suck, Roberts!
Propeller Player of the Game goes to Sara for pointing out the rights and wrongs of forces and give-and-gos and for her routine flawless handling and well-timed cuts. Likewise Mark, who always finds the open cutter or open space for himself.
Also re: cutting - loving that Chris and Aimee, self-proclaimed newbies to the game, are consistently making our hardest cuts and are always open.
Kudos to Tonya for making it to the game despite a time crunch. A willingness to handle is always welcome and many fine snags were made.
Again, if anyone wants to join me at the AGM, it's Monday at 7 p.m. at the Elephant & Castle. They'll offer munchies and Wii Frisbee Golf and try to keep the boring shit to a minimum. And once the HURL website's up again, anyone who wants to toss proxy voting rights my way is most welcome.
All in all, a fantastic evening in the sun spent with fantastic people. A good effort was made, improvement was noted and I think we'll regularly find ourselves on the winning end of the score as the season advances.
Love to all,
Tim
Speaking of which, many apologies for my own shite play. I've recovered from last year's "dropsies", but sweet Jesus, I didn't contribute much last night except yelling and laying out the cones for an extraordinarily large field. You suck, Roberts!
Propeller Player of the Game goes to Sara for pointing out the rights and wrongs of forces and give-and-gos and for her routine flawless handling and well-timed cuts. Likewise Mark, who always finds the open cutter or open space for himself.
Also re: cutting - loving that Chris and Aimee, self-proclaimed newbies to the game, are consistently making our hardest cuts and are always open.
Kudos to Tonya for making it to the game despite a time crunch. A willingness to handle is always welcome and many fine snags were made.
Again, if anyone wants to join me at the AGM, it's Monday at 7 p.m. at the Elephant & Castle. They'll offer munchies and Wii Frisbee Golf and try to keep the boring shit to a minimum. And once the HURL website's up again, anyone who wants to toss proxy voting rights my way is most welcome.
All in all, a fantastic evening in the sun spent with fantastic people. A good effort was made, improvement was noted and I think we'll regularly find ourselves on the winning end of the score as the season advances.
Love to all,
Tim
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
BoH practice 2009
Overdue, yes. But better late than never.
Let's meet (as many of us as possible) tonight at 7 on the central commons across from Citadel High.
Peace.
Let's meet (as many of us as possible) tonight at 7 on the central commons across from Citadel High.
Peace.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Dialogue, Document, Donkey
Hey Hammers:
I would just like to say that it warms my cockles to see the BoH-blog being put to such good use. This morning, you all should have received author invites to this here blog thingee. By accepting, you become able to add content to the blog, which I strongly (but gently) encourage you to do. Know that you do not need author privileges to comment on the posts, which I also encourage you to do, in a similarly strong and no less gentle manner.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love reading the email threads and post-game synopses. Let us keep it up.
Fear not the blog.
Saludos,
-AA
I would just like to say that it warms my cockles to see the BoH-blog being put to such good use. This morning, you all should have received author invites to this here blog thingee. By accepting, you become able to add content to the blog, which I strongly (but gently) encourage you to do. Know that you do not need author privileges to comment on the posts, which I also encourage you to do, in a similarly strong and no less gentle manner.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love reading the email threads and post-game synopses. Let us keep it up.
Fear not the blog.
Saludos,
-AA
Here here.
Way to find the bright side Timmy, I couldn't agree more. Kudos to the ladies for carrying the play in the second half by quickly advancing every time we broke the cup.
I recall my confusion in reviewing the matchup on Thursday morning, in that Heavy Rotation (who we played in the last game of the playoffs in '08 - another rain-soaked affair) had been around too long to have an 0-3 record, and had the unusual pairing of a dreadful winning record and the worst spirit score of any team. Normally a favourable spirit score is a way for winning teams to throw their vanquished foes a bone or two, but evidently, HR are just as unpleasant to play against when they lose as when they win.
Have a delightful weekend all. Sorry to hear about Ryan's nads.
I recall my confusion in reviewing the matchup on Thursday morning, in that Heavy Rotation (who we played in the last game of the playoffs in '08 - another rain-soaked affair) had been around too long to have an 0-3 record, and had the unusual pairing of a dreadful winning record and the worst spirit score of any team. Normally a favourable spirit score is a way for winning teams to throw their vanquished foes a bone or two, but evidently, HR are just as unpleasant to play against when they lose as when they win.
Have a delightful weekend all. Sorry to hear about Ryan's nads.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Little Timmy Sunshine
First things first, let's address the score. 15-to-fucking-3. Ugly no matter the mathematical stylings you choose.
Also ugly were the conditions - the field was a quagmire and I wouldn't be surpised to catch some flak from HRM for leaving a corner of Spryfield uglier than it was when we arrived. Cleats and socks ended up soaked, Chris sat on the sidelines with icicles forming on his nose and worst of all, our precious silver shirts were all muddied at some point in the action.
But call me crazy - I liked what we showed tonight. To wit:
Also ugly were the conditions - the field was a quagmire and I wouldn't be surpised to catch some flak from HRM for leaving a corner of Spryfield uglier than it was when we arrived. Cleats and socks ended up soaked, Chris sat on the sidelines with icicles forming on his nose and worst of all, our precious silver shirts were all muddied at some point in the action.
But call me crazy - I liked what we showed tonight. To wit:
- an improvement in the second half compared to the first;
- a willingness to get dirty in unpleasant conditions;
- a bit of "fuck you" attitude showed to a team that had no business being 0-3 in the Thursday standings; and
- (my favourite) fantastic fucking hands. Seriously - it was a slippery disc tonight but I really can't recall many drops. A few dicey throws, sure, but a there were a ton of fantastic snags out there. Nice hustle, kids.
We lost to a really good team. No biggie. We built some nice points after halftime and made it competitive. And if people are up for it, I'd love to get a practice together. A half-hour on the essentials of zone 'D' and countering the zone would do wonders for us as a team.
So I'll come out and say it - getting slaughtered on the muddy fields of Cowie Hill might be the best damned thing that ever happened to us as a team. Our heads are no longer in the clouds and we've recognized our need to work together as a team. We are not individual Hammers, but a collective Bag. The vengeance we shall wreak on the league shall be swift, unforgiving and mighty (but not to the point of hurting our spirit points).
I love you all.
xo
Tim
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I'd like a Victory Burger, please - hold the Freedom Fries.
If it's Thursday, we must be winning. Am I right or am I right?
Maybe I shouldn't be this giddy about laying the smack down on kids born in the 1990s. Maybe I was just happy to get a game in when it didn't look like we had a field. Maybe I've been drinking ever since I got home.
But no matter what unreasonable heights I've reached since we first stepped foot on the Shannon Park turf, no one can deny the fact that the Bag of Hammers are on a winning streak.
And to top it off, I may have found my dream bar in the Ship Victory Restaurant and Lounge. An interior like a boat, a steady diet of classic rock played at a reasonable enough volume to allow conversation, and a dirt-cheap menu of greasified goodness. Mama I'm comin' home.
Congrats to all! And many thanks to Double-A for the photojournalism - I didn't know I was that skinny. Jesus. I need to eat more victory burgers.
Peace,
Tim
Maybe I shouldn't be this giddy about laying the smack down on kids born in the 1990s. Maybe I was just happy to get a game in when it didn't look like we had a field. Maybe I've been drinking ever since I got home.
But no matter what unreasonable heights I've reached since we first stepped foot on the Shannon Park turf, no one can deny the fact that the Bag of Hammers are on a winning streak.
And to top it off, I may have found my dream bar in the Ship Victory Restaurant and Lounge. An interior like a boat, a steady diet of classic rock played at a reasonable enough volume to allow conversation, and a dirt-cheap menu of greasified goodness. Mama I'm comin' home.
Congrats to all! And many thanks to Double-A for the photojournalism - I didn't know I was that skinny. Jesus. I need to eat more victory burgers.
Peace,
Tim
Action!
You can find the whole set here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/muiseam/sets/72157620568162050/ (or here in slide show form) - and a sample below...
I tried to get everyone - sorry to anyone who doesn't see themselves...
Great game Hammers!
-AA
I tried to get everyone - sorry to anyone who doesn't see themselves...Great game Hammers!
-AA
Friday, June 19, 2009
Victory, Thy Name Is Silver.
Greetings all, I've just entered our winning score from last night on the HURL site and let me tell you, it felt fantastic.
Know what else felt nice? The cool flow of air against my torso as I galloped down the field during one of my three actual running efforts last night. Kudos to Eve for delivering the on the new jerseys. I felt like I was running around on the Commons shirtless. Say... any chance we can get shorts to match?
Full marks as well to first-time Hammers Aimee, Chris and Mark, who combined for more than half our points and increased our team athleticism exponentially. The best part is that they're all paid in full - we have them all season! Booyah!
Not all was fresh and new, however. It did my heart good to see Ivan and Chantelle take shifts together and vocally express their "support" for one another. It felt like 2001 all over again.
Great turnout at Freeman's last night, hope for more of the same in future weeks.
And if the weather's pleasant post-weekend, mayhaps we can get together for an hour or so early next week for a practice of sorts...
Peace in the Middle East,
Tim
p.s. For those who were absent last night, this is what we looked like running down the field in our new jerseys:
Know what else felt nice? The cool flow of air against my torso as I galloped down the field during one of my three actual running efforts last night. Kudos to Eve for delivering the on the new jerseys. I felt like I was running around on the Commons shirtless. Say... any chance we can get shorts to match?
Full marks as well to first-time Hammers Aimee, Chris and Mark, who combined for more than half our points and increased our team athleticism exponentially. The best part is that they're all paid in full - we have them all season! Booyah!
Not all was fresh and new, however. It did my heart good to see Ivan and Chantelle take shifts together and vocally express their "support" for one another. It felt like 2001 all over again.
Great turnout at Freeman's last night, hope for more of the same in future weeks.
And if the weather's pleasant post-weekend, mayhaps we can get together for an hour or so early next week for a practice of sorts...
Peace in the Middle East,
Tim
p.s. For those who were absent last night, this is what we looked like running down the field in our new jerseys:
Friday, June 5, 2009
So This Is The New Year
The scene - Hammers have just taken a 3-1 lead over the all-bluey Random Fling. Aaron turns to Derek "I think we've got this one - we PWN this game" (PWN - pronounced "owwwwn"). Derek shudders and pretends he did not hear this, but it was too late - the jinx had been cast, like a stampeding PATRONUS curse, trampling any chance we had at victory.
But let us not talk about the score (which was 10-7, for them), or the dropped passes (which were numerous, from everybody), or the wobbly forehand passes (hi), or the turnout (which was scant), or whose fault this all was (because as we've already established, it was mine) - let us talk potential. Envision it - already resigned to our pending defeat, the Hammers stand along the goal line, awaiting the RF huck, and propose an experiment, nay - a gameplan: "let's try working on our short game". What followed was a series of surgically precise 10 yard passes that nearly resulted in what would have been the most beautiful point of the evening. Hammers, we have it in us; as a great man once said "if you want it, you got it, you just got to believe". That man, was Lenny Kravitz.
EDIT - I'd like to add that the actual "most beautiful point of the game" was the long Hammer (entendre!) from Derek to Ivan to finally drive a stake into that seemingly-interminable game... a thing of beauty.
See you next week!
-AA
But let us not talk about the score (which was 10-7, for them), or the dropped passes (which were numerous, from everybody), or the wobbly forehand passes (hi), or the turnout (which was scant), or whose fault this all was (because as we've already established, it was mine) - let us talk potential. Envision it - already resigned to our pending defeat, the Hammers stand along the goal line, awaiting the RF huck, and propose an experiment, nay - a gameplan: "let's try working on our short game". What followed was a series of surgically precise 10 yard passes that nearly resulted in what would have been the most beautiful point of the evening. Hammers, we have it in us; as a great man once said "if you want it, you got it, you just got to believe". That man, was Lenny Kravitz.
EDIT - I'd like to add that the actual "most beautiful point of the game" was the long Hammer (entendre!) from Derek to Ivan to finally drive a stake into that seemingly-interminable game... a thing of beauty.
See you next week!
-AA
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