Here you are Hammers, in all of your acrobatic, sweaty, face-contorting, crotch-digging glory! Memories of our satisfying win, courtesy of Aimee and Cruddick and whoever else handled the camera tonight. Thanks guys!
Great stuff last night. Beauty of an evening, lots of hard cuts and nice grabs, solid 'D' and a pretty laid-back team opposing us.
And the beer (read: pink coolers) always taste better after a win.
Kudos to all but the Propellor Honey Wheat co-Players of the Game were Chris and Brian, respectively the outstanding receiver and passer of the night. Your gift certificates are in the mail.
Colt 45 Douchebag of the Game goes to me for (a) not diving to end the game and (b) laying down a field apparently in the shape of a fucking rhombus. Honest, I didn't think it was that confusing, guys...
Our performance last night has led me to conclude that our biggest opponent is not usually the other team, but rather - the wind. Damn you wind! Once we can overcome the wind, or whatever deity controls the wind, the third tier will be ours and ours alone. Look out, Dirty Discs.
Also - I thought long and hard about posting that pic of Dan adjusting himself on the line, pre-pull (or is that mid-pull - zing!). In the end, I found it too funny to keep to myself. It brought to mind some of the really contrived masturbation jokes from those lesser John Candy movies of the 80s.
(Seriously - if this is offensive or embarrassing for you, Dan - let me know and I'll take it down.)
I did note that Dan found himself quite alone at the end of the line, with the balance of the team huddled at the other end, but thought nothing of his posture until that post. I attribute it to good camera work on Aimee's part rather than anything untoward on Dan's (part).
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Nicely done! Thanks for taking & posting those.
Great stuff last night. Beauty of an evening, lots of hard cuts and nice grabs, solid 'D' and a pretty laid-back team opposing us.
And the beer (read: pink coolers) always taste better after a win.
Kudos to all but the Propellor Honey Wheat co-Players of the Game were Chris and Brian, respectively the outstanding receiver and passer of the night. Your gift certificates are in the mail.
Colt 45 Douchebag of the Game goes to me for (a) not diving to end the game and (b) laying down a field apparently in the shape of a fucking rhombus. Honest, I didn't think it was that confusing, guys...
Aye - fun game!
Our performance last night has led me to conclude that our biggest opponent is not usually the other team, but rather - the wind. Damn you wind! Once we can overcome the wind, or whatever deity controls the wind, the third tier will be ours and ours alone. Look out, Dirty Discs.
Also - I thought long and hard about posting that pic of Dan adjusting himself on the line, pre-pull (or is that mid-pull - zing!). In the end, I found it too funny to keep to myself. It brought to mind some of the really contrived masturbation jokes from those lesser John Candy movies of the 80s.
(Seriously - if this is offensive or embarrassing for you, Dan - let me know and I'll take it down.)
Until next week,
AA
I did note that Dan found himself quite alone at the end of the line, with the balance of the team huddled at the other end, but thought nothing of his posture until that post. I attribute it to good camera work on Aimee's part rather than anything untoward on Dan's (part).
Clearly I was looking for some privacy there - standing all by myself - "adjusting".
Damn zoom lens!
Really I think I may have been pulling up the bottom of my shorts to get a speedy getaway off the line... Yeah, that's what I was doing.
Thankfully you can't see my hands, because god knows what I'm doing...
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