Tonight the discs were certainly array but soft hands and quick feet led BoH to a kick ass victory over the most passive aggressive team we have played to date. Do people not understand that we aren't to be messed with? That knees to the shins and knees to the balls could not keep us down so half ass pansy calls certainly were not going to knock us off our game. Even with the praying mantiss all up in the boys' bizness.
Big ups to Becky Davison who surely gets Player of the Game for making great catches but most importantly for playing THE ENTIRE GAME. And folks that is impressive stuff because dem ladies could run. Even Booby McBooberson who you think would have gravity issues (I can say shit like that cuz I am a chick). But really, high-fives all around because we were only a team of 8 with a tag in performance late in the second half by Jacqueline (ps. I owe you huge Jacq cuz had you not subbed in I may have actually thrown up).
With victory ours, a smaller than normal crew braved the mean streets of downtown Dartmouth where Tim drank wine in a muscle shirt and the ladies chowed down on victory burgers and fries. All in all everyone assumed we were locals. Although it did get a bit tense when AA announced to the crowd that would not be in attendance at the upcoming Concert on the Hill because the last time he saw Metallica play "it really hurt (his) chest."
Keep up the good work kids. I love me a winning team.
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well, i had to deal with a "sick" whiney cruddick and a definitely sick baby, but sounds like nothing compared to the bitchiness you had to deal with. and well done ladies! great post, MK
For the record:
a) my balls are okay (thanks for asking!)
b) Metallica totally hurt my chest - they were un-listenable loud
c) that probably was a travel on my part
d) passive-aggressive-travel-calling guy: check it
Go Hammers!
Good work Michelle, and good work to the Hammers all around.
Last night I found myself reflecting on our play quite a bit. Two thinks struck me:
1. We are a fuck load better than we were last year. A fuck load.
2. I don't think we're in line for any spirit awards. Something about our cheer, audible on the other side of the field, as I visibly gestured to the departing passive aggressive rule monkey.
Go Hammers!
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