Orange Crush

After several weeks of Ultimate-less gluttony and sloth (at least for me), the Hammers took to the field last night just in time for the clouds to break and expose their (our) rustiness. Three quick ho-hum points later, and things were looking pretty dire - cue Captain Tim "Lamorello-Lombardi", defensive specialist, who seethed angrily at the sky and in a deep, guttural growl uttered what would be the key to our success: "zooooooooone".

And so it was.

Confused by our aggressive defense and the super-swatting hands of deep Dan, the orange team never really recovered - dropping easy passes and hucking many-a-random hammer to the out of bounds. Our mids mid'd and our cup cupped, and Cruddick further demoralized them with a few Matt Cooke-ian blind side attacks (kidding).

But the real story of the night was our female contingent, namely Becky and Aimee, the Freeman's Shitty Fries co-players of the game, whose quick cuts and sticky fingers nabbed us the bulk of our points. Derek was an offensive juggernaut last night as well, and Erin is proving to be a great addition despite my inability to get the disc to her on her fast break(s). Once we got rolling, things were going so swimmingly that we apparently lost sight of the score and began to act counter to the kissy huggy spirit of The Game - or so we were told after Cruddick (again!) made a stealthily-contested end-zone snag. But whatever. Victory was ours!

Great game, all. See you's next week.

Kisses,
-AA