One to grow on...

Bag of Hammers math:

Getting slaughtered + opponents who weren't dicks (other than that one chick) + a beautiful evening + good post-game turnout at the bar = success!

The game itself wasn't as lopsided as the score would suggest. Lots of long points and we built an awful lot of surges. Said surges, however, almost always sputtered near the end zone. Many props to Derek for hanging on to our single point of the evening as he tumbled to the turf.

The other guys were more experienced than we were, as a whole, and that was the difference. Well, that and the fact they didn't drop anything. Sweet Jesus that whole team must play with glue on their hands...

Anyway. Lopsided final score but a good run for everyone. Thanks to Jason for coming out (and spending more time horizontal on the grass than vertical on his feet). Thanks to Sarah for returning to help the cause - rumour has it she might become a perma-Hammer.

Propellor Player of the Game award goes to Derek for the catch noted above as well as instituting the revolutionary 5-1-1 defence. Once the disc passed the five-man front, the opponents resembled the Nazis (but not really), greedily advancing up the field as if it were Czechoslovakia in 1938... but for extended periods, the front line of the 5-1-1 caused Discs of Fury to become Discs of Furiouser. Honourable mention to Sara S. for stellar-as-always play (and for not yelling at me after yet another ill-advised hammer).

Mixed reviews for Michael's as a post-game spot. The place was empty, food was poor-to-average, service was iffy and drink "specials" were far-from-special. HURL sponsor be damned, I felt no allegiance to that place...

As noted last night, I'd like to make Saturday afternoon & Monday evening get-togethers (I won't call them practices) regular. It'll be good 'n social stuff, it never hurts to practice throwing and God knows, if we get enough folks, we can even look into employing a strategy of some sort.

Stay tuned...