To summarize: epic start, epic throws from Derek, epic catches by Becky... cue epic collapse, epic exhaustion, epic sighs... then epic beer, okay pizza, and epic(?) boy band sing-alongs. The less said about that game the better. So, following that a picture is worth a thousand words, here are 16,000 words re: Bag Of Hammers 2011.
Also, see a few more years of Hammer action here.
See y'all next week. Rest up, my pretties.
-AA
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Thanks, Aaron - fave pic is Becky making yet another difficult catch with a bite of hate for the other team.
Apologies for not running last night. Didn't feel up to it. As always, the social aspect of the game (and post-game) mattered more.
Apathy aside, the swing in last night's score was a real emotional roller coaster. At one point I was like "Hey crazy game of ultimate frisbee, it's time you quit playing games with my heart", but then ultimate frisbee asked me to show it the meaning of being lonely, and I got confused.
Indeed. I apologize to all for my second half obsession with demonstrating to my bride that I was indeed capable of hitting Aaron deep for a score, which led to four consecutive turnovers due to our opponent's extra 1.5 inch reach and my sudden inability to throw anything but a drifting floater.
Sigh. Sorry I missed the post game, and indeed, the handshakes. Alastair was all but asleep on his feet.
Dammit. Why do I always miss the Backstreet Boys sing-a-longs.
What's Flinn doing with his mouth in that last shot?
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