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
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