Like that? It's one of the game shows the small Freemans gathering came up with post-game. Would you watch a show called "Smell It?", involving blindfolded players forced to smell unknown objects? I would, especially if we could resurrect Chris Farley to host it.
The other winner was "Would You Touch It With Your Tongue?" Ditch the blindfolds and let people see what they're about to lick. Kind of "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth-Grader?" meets "Fear Factor".
"Stick Your Finger in It" was immediately panned around the table.
Not much to say about the game itself other than it was great to bring it to a close before the skies opened. Pity the players in later games getting caught in that deluge.
It was a rough start last night, aided in no small part by Moon Throw's tight triple-team. Their tenacious/illegal cup and our increasing lack of patience led to an 8-1 halftime deficit, an embarrassing tally to post in front of Becky's parents. Especially since Moon Throw only fielded six players the entire half.
Things improved in the second half as we went up against a man-to-man and played some zone ourselves. The cup was running hard and there was a lot of tenacity on the 'D'. We also showed spread the disc around and built some nice points. The three consecutive points to stave off their certain victory were encouraging signs for next week.
The Propellor Co-Players of the Game awards go to Alistair for impressing the hell out of me with his sentence structure (kudos, Derek & Jacqueline!) and to the giant Finn McCool on the other side, whose sky-high hucks and effortless defensive snags are the stuff of whispered legend in the Cape Breton Highlands. We'll get you next time, Finn McCool... next time.
Until then, "Smell It!"
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Hammers, I feel I must apologize for my general attitude last night. I don't really think of myself as a sore loser, but I suppose the evidence speaks for itself. But first, let's back up a few weeks for this piece of delicious hypocrisy re: mercilessly crushing our opponents:
"I have little sympathy for the Sloppy Joes, especially after the angry chubby guy with the knee brace loudly took exception to Tim's perfect hammer to an undefended Hammer in the end zone […] Pfft."
Well, I guess I do have some sympathy for the Sloppy Joes after all, as last night I was essentially the chubby guy in the knee brace, hollering complaints to no one in particular, swearing, playing the victim, whining on the bench, and generally exuding belligerence. To my credit though, the bulk of my angst was directed at their lanky ginger giraffe-gazelle freak hybrid of a captain, whose "moon throw" hucks often left us stranded in our own end zone - and continued even after they had run up a lead of 12 points (but who's counting); whose captaining style involved stopping the play to direct traffic, while we stood over the disc, seething; who stopped the play dead to yell at Becky, for reasons that are clear to no one. You know, that guy. But I digress, and will try to not be such a dickhead for the remaining games against the second tier teams.
As for our play, Hammers, I agree with Tim - there were many positives, despite the score, which shall not be spoken aloud (or typed… aloud). Our zone defence was notably improved since our last attempt. There were a few sequences where we completed long stretches of good short passes. We switched up the handlers a few times, and no one looked out of place. Matthew caught most everything that came his way, including a few highlight grabs. Regardless of whether they let up at the end, or got tired, or we finally got our shit together - that late game clutch surge of points should give us some confidence going into our next game against the Querkizans, named after a type of moss. Yup.
In non-ultimate news: on the sidelines, Becky's parents regaled us with tales of her youth and the damage she unleashed on her siblings (take note, Querkizans). And let’s have another round of applause for Propeller Star Of The Game, Alistair MacLeod Land, for his successful watering of the bushes surrounding the Wanderer's Ground. *applause*
And for the record, I would totally watch "Stick Your Finger in It".
Suffice it to say I echo AA's embarassment at my own poor sportsmanship. I might well have broken that kid's ankle in the end zone at the end of the game, but I didn't even look back to see if he'd survived. Asking the larger of their girls if she would catch it with two hands for once, for me, was out of character. Oh well, perhaps I just need a week off.
I hate that I missed Freemans, and that "Smell It" doesn't yet exist. I would be the winningest player in Smell It history.
I was solo parenting at an event a couple of weeks ago and Al found himself a tad under the weather. I noticed that the back of his pants (though he was diaper clad) was damp and discoloured. In order to determine whether the stain had originated from an internal or external source, I picked him up to smell it. I got a bit too close and actually made contact. A messy change and a borrowed pair of shorts later, he was on his way. In the midst, the homeowner inquired as to whether there was anything he could do to help. The focus of his gaze on the tip of my nose caused me to glance in a mirror to note the chestnut coloured tip of my ample probiscus. "That is what you think it is" I said. Several minutes later, I got to it. Moral of the story, I smell first and ask questions later.
At last, a game I can master.
Best of luck with the moss next week Hammers, and thank you for the kind words about my offspring.
I'm too am a sore loser but there will be no apologies. And what? If we get crushed next week, I'll most likely yell at their best player too - it's what I do. I've learned to accept my shortcomings.
I say: we have plenty of creative folks on this team, including a handful of lawyers and at least one person with ties to the entertainment industry. Let us work to make Smell It! (TM) a reality.
We can do this.
Given that we have actually increased our spirit score and ascended to undisputed spirit leaders, it would appear that we hide our hate impressively.
Kudos to our hate hiding.
Really?
Well - I take back everything I said about that red-headed freak (except the "red-headed freak" part).
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