Foul 'Balls

GODDAMN THAT WIN FELT GOOD… like, first-day-of-vacation or 10-hours-of-uninterrupted-sleep type good. And, judging from the number of times I flopped to the ground in relief/shock/ecstasy – on the sidelines, no less – I was FEELING it. Possibly a little too much, given that this was, y’know, bottom-tier, un-refereed, recreational Frisbee. But I am nothing if not acutely self-aware, albeit often retroactively, and my post-game auto-behavioral scanner likens my (i) skittering eyes, (ii) inability to complete a full sentence or thought, (iii) subsequent chest-pains and (iv) penchant for high-fiving the shit out of everything, to my 3-year old’s eiiiieeeeeeeeeee manner whist in the throes of an Oreo bender. When identified to be in this state, know that we are fucking PUMPED, but do not expect any meaningful decisions or conversation.

But what a game. It would be totally cliché to describe it as a “roller-coaster”, so I’ll just say it went up, then came down really quickly, before going up again. With lots of screaming and arms waving in the air. More specifically: we had the lead, then almost blew it (again!), before being saved in the end with some crack strategizing from Teale and Coach. Further, The Peltch, Bunny and Jeeves are establishing themselves as quite the defensive specialists, while Sharky, Tim and Chippy (Doc? Sauce? Tartar? Aimee?) seem to consistently find the end zones. Our handlers handled the handling (handily), we moved the disc really well (see: Partner - Xena - Captain - repeat), Nick miraculously overcame a mysterious workday illness to attend and contribute, and we scored opportunistically (except when we didn’t). Kudos to all y’all.

Collectively, we seem to have overcome our hatred of this purple team, who look to have ditched their overly aggressive, tall and douchy members for those much nicer (and incidentally, not nearly as good). Even shouty Fred Durst was pretty cool, when not shouting numbers into your face... which leads me to my favourite moments of the game (after the win, of course):

1. Tim's quick interception in the Dodgeball red-zone, and subsequent score, leading to some highly entertaining purple infighting - to quote: "Suck my dick, Joe!" (lol)
2. Teale's full field bomb to a sprinting Coach, who... just... barely... missed. It was the near-play of the season.
3. Sharky to Jeeves (confirm?) for the insurance marker at 7:52. My recollection of this one is a little hazy as I was busy screaming skyward in celebration, my vision obfuscated by tears of joy.
4. The spirit-y balls on Teale to call that foul on a play that happened two passes and another foul call prior, not to mention about 50-yards upfield. 
5. And a twenty-play tie for every catch Captain snagged last night. Dodgeball agreed: she was the Larry Uteck Public Drinking Player of the Game.

 Excellent. See y'all next week - in Dartmouth.
-AA