Led by an unfortunately-bearded, aggressive dude in a blue hat, the Randos took it to the Hammers early, pinning us against the wind with a tight cup that often seemed like a double (or triple) team - which I'm pretty sure is illegal, but turning a blind eye to egregious fouls is how we have managed to inflate our spirit points (no. 2, yo!). But we persevered, enduring long sloppy points, at odds with both the weather and a slippery disc, which was often batted from hand to hand, drifting on the wind between teams and teammates before (usually) being unceremoniously dropped. Regardless, victory was ours - savoured over deep-dish nachos and beers at The Foggy Goggle. Mmmm.
Unfortunately, we are the victims of our own success, as our win all but ensures that we will be bumped up into the dreaded Second Tier, destined to face our old nemeses Discs Of Fury and SLUGG... *shakes fist*
Notable highlights: Blue Hat taking the disc in the teeth, much to the quiet amusement of our Captain (and I suspect, some of the Randos); Matt's continued tight D; a great game-ending catch from Heather; Bryan effortlessly breaking the cup.
This was a fun win.
-AA
3 comments:
How humble of you to leave out the detail of your diving catch in the first half, which upon our arrival home, and before we'd even had a chance to remove our grass-encrusted shoes, Alastair struggled to find adequate superlatives to describe to Jacqueline.
Well done AA. Well done.
Indeed, that catch was a thing of beauty, Aaron. Play of the Year for sure and the sure-fire way to snag the Propeller IPA Player of the Game.
As for the Propeller Bitter motherfucker of the game, that would be me. Apologies for my shite playing - I did my best to come off as frequently as possible later on once I realized how crap I was. Next week will be better, I promise.
As for dude in the blue hat, he was violating a rule (waiting to pick up the disc when I was there marking him) so I called him on it after three or four times and started counting stalls. He said I couldn't do that. I disagreed. He countered with "I'll tell you the rules after this point." After we scored he came over and explained how he was trying to give his short-handed team a breather every now and then, as they only had six people, making it perfectly clear that he thought I was a douchebag for making them play with six.
Well.
The Hammers have played short-handed before but with much less whining. The one time one of our own said something to the other captain, the response was "Way to field a fucking team". And there's the crux of it - don't try to make me feel guilty for your team's failure to field a proper fucking team. Or in kate's words, "Pony the fuck up, asshole."
Bitterness over - let's take on Tier Two!
Don't put words in my mouth, Tim: I never called him an asshole (but maybe a d-bag).
I agree - that catch was the best thing I've seen all summer. And picturing Alastair trying to explain it is the cutest. Even cuter than a bear stealing a teddy bear and eating a box of Goldfish crackers. What?
To conclude, I say bring it to Tier 2. Maybe we can disarm them with our wit and charm, which there's clearly a lot of over here. Happy weekend!
-K
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