A Haiku

Sonic Death Monkey
Portly hippies and quick kids
victory - not ours

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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:

• 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