Victory = Ours!

Oh, fellow Hammers,

Last night's sweet, beautiful victory was so beautiful and so sweet…I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in. 'Tis true. Last night it all came together for us - the confidence, the Michelle, the Jamie, the skillz, the opponent, the weather, the field, the wind... [insert mental image of a stereotypical Italian chef loudly kissing the tips of his fingers, you know what I'm talking about]. We routinely broke their zone D. We handled with confidence and style - nay, pinache. We out-ran 'em. We out-jumped 'em. We out-scored 'em. Then we all laughed and high-fived and left the field happy. It was like we were living in an ad for Participaction - and in this Participactionland, I've assigned Mike and Becky the roles of Hal Johnson and Joanne MacLeod, respectively. Keep fit. Have fun. Force flick.

Honestly, I could feel the victory in us during the pre-game toss-around, where everything seemed a little crisper and more accurate - especially without all that be-damned wind that has plagued each of our first three games, messing up my hair and making our errant throws ever more upwards and errant, much like the plastic bag from the so-called Best Picture that inspired my somewhat pretentious opening statement above.

For specifics: well, huge thanks for the huge effort from Michelle, Becky and Chantal for their inspired play, sans-sub, unlike us lazy dudes, spoiled with the luxury of having a full line of subs. Jamie - great to meet you, and great to have your skill and experience on the back-end. And Mike and Jim - some great runs and catches and points. And everyone else, thanks for not staring and commenting on my sickly zombie eyes (it was noted and appreciated). Rockbottom Brewery Brown Ale Player of the Game: Michelle for her triumphant return and her contribution to our collective success. Cheers, yo.

Bravo, team!
-AA