As a grizzled, leathery classic rocker once spoke/sang: "sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug". Well, Hammers, last night we were most certainly the bug - which, to continue this analogy, makes them a small, quick, under-manned windshield that by all rights should have lost by forfeit were it not for the good-natured, optimistic spirit of the bug (and the threat of the windshield to pull up and leave if we forced them to forfeit).
That analogy was a mess.
But enough about the other team, and their fleet-footed, man-handling of us (although I do want to mention that one dude's awesome Russian Circles t-shirt, and that other dude's questionable battle cry of "I'm coming again!") - let's talk positives: despite the score, we moved the disk very well last night. On one particular point, I think everyone on the field advanced the disk at least once. We also displayed terrific patience, using our dumps effectively, and we frequently made it to "stall 7" before chucking the disk. I would also like to highlight some terrific cuts and catches by Michelle and Jean, and give props to the fantastic turnout at the diner for post-game beer (i.e. all those folks who responded positively to my shameless begging… hope you all got yr laundry and packing done). Finally, I hereby award the Armview Feature Taco Burger Players of the Game to Linda and MC Becky D for coming out, thereby enabling us to field a team (earning us, at least, the moral victory in last night's demoralizing defeat).
Also, look out Mike - I think Michelle may have set Becky up on the sidelines last night. Or at least he thinks so.
Until next week,
AA
Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Haunted Frisbee
O, Hammers. Last night was not so pretty. If you were not there, know that we lost - handily - to a team that on a better night we could have easily beaten. I accept the bulk of the responsibility for the loss, having been unable to complete the majority of my passes, many of which were to a thankfully-restrained Maria (sorry, again). On at least two occasions, my wobbly wayward flicks ended aggressive marches up the field to a sure point, and on several others, they represented a depressing inability to progress beyond our own end-zone. It was as if I, or we, were bewitched.
Think about it: it was hot and humid, yet windy. Weird, no? My legs felt like stone, my coordination was way off, my head was swimming - and I can't be the only one. Bewitched, I says!
Now, I have a book on my bedside table that I have been slowly perusing for a few weeks called "Bluenose Magic", by noted local historian and author Helen Creighton (who also penned the awesome "Bluenose Ghosts"). The book is a collection of first-person re-tellings of family events and superstitions relating to witchcraft, magic and superstition in Nova Scotia. Bear with me, folks. It has page after page of stories from all over the province detailing how to prevent or recover from a bewitching. The trick, apparently, is to boil pins, either in water or in the urine of the affected, then to either place them into the wall (?) or the disembodied heart of the deceased infected victim (?!). After doing so, the witch responsible will be compelled to pay you a visit and attempt to borrow three items, in order to maintain her control/power over you. Still with me? When this happens, you must DENY HER, and the bewitching will cease. Or at least it should, as I understand it.
So, on my vacation next week, I will pee into a pot full of pins, boil (yuck) and stick the pee-boiled pins into my wall, because I do not feel like removing my heart from my chest, Temple Of Doom style, as cool as that would be. And when I see the offending Green Machine dude/gal staggering up my driveway in a pointy hat, I will be sure to deny them whatever they try to borrow. This will ensure a vastly improved performance next week against the Dal varsity giants, CFK - I am sure of it. I will advise of results.
On a related note, I will be undergoing allergy patch testing next week, and as such, will not be able to partake in the game, nor am I permitted to shower. But I will attend in a cheerleading function, or alternatively, to pollute the other team's airspace with my un-showered, chemically dosed body.
However, re: last night, recall that we did have quite an impressive run in the middle of the game, clawing back to within 1 point for a stretch - thanks in no small part to the handling of Dan and Gregor, and to Nick arriving to take some strain off of our pair of wheezing, winded subs. Our zone D looked pretty good for a stretch, too; the all-girl cup did admirably given the aforementioned dearth of subs, as did the dudes in the middle (Jean, Mike, etc). Armview Feature Burger (with ONION RINGS!?!) Players of the Game go to Becky, who played typically stellar, and to Mike, for not moving away. Commitment!
See you all next week, folks.
AA
Think about it: it was hot and humid, yet windy. Weird, no? My legs felt like stone, my coordination was way off, my head was swimming - and I can't be the only one. Bewitched, I says!
Now, I have a book on my bedside table that I have been slowly perusing for a few weeks called "Bluenose Magic", by noted local historian and author Helen Creighton (who also penned the awesome "Bluenose Ghosts"). The book is a collection of first-person re-tellings of family events and superstitions relating to witchcraft, magic and superstition in Nova Scotia. Bear with me, folks. It has page after page of stories from all over the province detailing how to prevent or recover from a bewitching. The trick, apparently, is to boil pins, either in water or in the urine of the affected, then to either place them into the wall (?) or the disembodied heart of the deceased infected victim (?!). After doing so, the witch responsible will be compelled to pay you a visit and attempt to borrow three items, in order to maintain her control/power over you. Still with me? When this happens, you must DENY HER, and the bewitching will cease. Or at least it should, as I understand it.
So, on my vacation next week, I will pee into a pot full of pins, boil (yuck) and stick the pee-boiled pins into my wall, because I do not feel like removing my heart from my chest, Temple Of Doom style, as cool as that would be. And when I see the offending Green Machine dude/gal staggering up my driveway in a pointy hat, I will be sure to deny them whatever they try to borrow. This will ensure a vastly improved performance next week against the Dal varsity giants, CFK - I am sure of it. I will advise of results.
On a related note, I will be undergoing allergy patch testing next week, and as such, will not be able to partake in the game, nor am I permitted to shower. But I will attend in a cheerleading function, or alternatively, to pollute the other team's airspace with my un-showered, chemically dosed body.
However, re: last night, recall that we did have quite an impressive run in the middle of the game, clawing back to within 1 point for a stretch - thanks in no small part to the handling of Dan and Gregor, and to Nick arriving to take some strain off of our pair of wheezing, winded subs. Our zone D looked pretty good for a stretch, too; the all-girl cup did admirably given the aforementioned dearth of subs, as did the dudes in the middle (Jean, Mike, etc). Armview Feature Burger (with ONION RINGS!?!) Players of the Game go to Becky, who played typically stellar, and to Mike, for not moving away. Commitment!
See you all next week, folks.
AA
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