As the eerie mists drifted across the harbour, to the faint swirling echoes of Coheed and Cambria, small groups of spandex- and cleat-clad individuals huddled in shivering masses in Halifax's north end. "Game on... really?", they muttered, pelted with rain and wind and wet grass and errant Frisbees from slippery hands, "… really?"
Really.
And so the Hammers steeled themselves for adversity - see: the rain, the wind, the wet grass, the slippery hands... and the hoarse horse-legged Monkey captain and his band of young runners. Let's call them McLovin' & The Monkeys. McLovin' & The Monkeys showed up with one female, successfully took advantage of our lax and sympathetic nature, and negotiated a temporary 5/1 line-up instead of, y'know, a forfeit. Two quick Monkey-points later, and the Hammers were maybe regretting that concession a little bit. But the Hammers - steeled, as I mentioned earlier, and led by Marcie and Tim's ample handling hands and Cruddick's crazy cuts - roared back and handed McLovin' & The Monkeys a trophy loss to hang on their dorm walls, next to their Tarantino posters and recent high school diplomas. It was, I daresay (and did say probably 5 times last night), an immensely satisfying dismemberment of a short-roster team. Yay!
Last night's game was very reminiscent of our match last year against the Dirty Discs (see http://bag-of-hammers.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirty-discs-won-dirt-cheap.html), save for the result. Both were matches against young, brash, athletic opponents; both featured "confrontations" between captains; annnnd both got kind of rough. I, for one, am embarrassed at how frustrated I became over the course of last night's game - having been subject to McLovin's lanky arms and knobbly knees seemingly every point. To both teams - I apologize for my spirit-less retribution foul(s).
Michael's "Becky's Berries" Player of the Game goes to Marcie, for those looong minutes of solid handling, with honourable Michael's Bud Light mentions going to Lynn for her great shoestring catch, and Becky, for providing the Schneider's Juicy Jumbos umbrella to keep our shit dry. And for having a great game.
Until next week, this blog has been brought to you by Michael's, Schneider's and Buuud Light. Shtay thirsty, my friends.
-AA
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Actually, Marcie deserves player of the game because after one super point she exclaimed "when I pumped my hands in triumph after that last point, I think I peed a little." Wicked. Awesome.
I am really enjoying the links to Hammers lore. You're a true historian AA. Also, great call on the McLovin. He was all heart and bones. I didn't give much thought to how much it must have hurt to collide with him, and now feel bad for having consistently chosen to cover Juicy Jumbo, who was like running into a bouncy castle. Way to take one for the team.
Bouncy castle - excellent. Lol.
Juicy Jumbo was surprisingly quick for his size - although the windbreaker may have been misleading. For what it's worth, he almost plowed me over as well... then he scolded me... then I passive-aggressively apologized.
Part of me wishes they would have won, so that they might get bumped back up into Tier 1 for some humiliation.
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