We finally saw Cowie Hill bathed in sunlight last night and we celebrated it with a ton of running and a good-spirited game (for the most part) against a more experienced team.
The 7-13 final was more impressive than it sounds, given the early hole we dug ourselves and our lack of strategy compared to that of our opponents. I mean that - the zone we played in the second half really slowed them down and people kept running hard all evening (in spite of an absence of female subs). Good show. Except for that wanker in the headband. He really needs to work on his tone.
Propellor Bitter Players of the Game to Lynn and Brian, the former for consistently calming the offense and taking charge of the cup on 'D' and the latter for either throwing or catching pretty much every point we scored last night. Especially pretty was the long-distance lob to a sprinting Aaron early in the second half - great touch on the throw and relentless pursuit on what turned out to be a helluva long run.
Post-game returned the crew to Freeman's where Chris's fried pepperoni stole the show. And that ain't a euphemism. Someone suggested that the only way to eat pepperoni is fried. I disagree. While Chris's meaty treat (!) was delicious (!!), especially when dipped in mustard (?!?), I have a hard time picturing a world in which it's wrong to eat raw pepperoni (make it stop!).
Anyone care to weigh in on fried vs. raw?
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Pepperoni - fried, raw - I would totally touch that with my tongue.
Fun game, all. Our offense took advantage of their mistakes, and our second half cup was tight - or as Mike Tyson would say, our defenth was impregnable. And yeah, Bryan and Lynn were definitely the players of the game.
As for the Querkizans - oh, how the mighty have fallen. Once the model franchise in all of HURL (at least in my mind, after a few particularly devastating losses at their remorseless, able hands), the now-underachieving Querkizans are now reduced to languish in the second tier with the likes of us, I daresay, over-achieving Hammers. While they were relatively good spirit-wise, they were pretty hard on their our teammates, which is never fun to watch. As low as our spirit score falls, I'm pretty confident we aren't going to devolve to the point where we're calling out our own players on the field.
Until next week!
-AA
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