Glass: Half Full? Half Empty? I'd Like a New Glass, Please

Easy come, easy go, Hammers.

So we lost, it’s true. So we blew a big, early lead… also true. So we chose to turn a blind eye to some questionable (innocent?) defensive tactics, or at least grumble to ourselves about them on the sidelines (true), and it may have come back to bite us (maayyybe true). But I encourage y’all to look on the bright side here: namely, that a 5-1 first half lead is not insurmountable, which we should keep in mind next time we find ourselves in a bit of a hole.

Further, it was a cool, sunny evening. We got to run around lots. They provided post-game cookies, and were a relatively well-spirited team if you didn’t mind the overly-familiar old dude with the camera who totally invaded our personal team sideline space (WHICH HE TOTALLY DID ALL NIGHT). And a few of us had a post-game beer or two (or 1.25, eh Jean!).

And I don’t know about you, but I was just happy to put my depressed state of a post-vacation life on hold for a few hours.

Further still, we had a HUGE showing last night. If team Volume had any measurable impact on outcome, we would’ve slayed them (although they may have had the advantage in total team height, or length if they were laying down). Plus, we fielded like, nine dudes and managed to score some solid emergency female subs in Erin and Jen. But alas, the ability of a team to displace the most amount of water does not a victory make (Jesus Christ, that was terrible), and we came up two points short. The turning point was clearly their extended time out, which allowed them to devise a strategy to counter our frantic, cup-busting offence. One day later, and I still don’t know what their strategy was, but it clearly worked…

Our handlers, Coach, Sally and Teale, had a solid (if frustrating) night, as did everyone else: Sharky, Bunny, Punter, Green and Tim all had sticky fingers; Jeeves, Captain and The Peltch were solid on defense (I never tire of seeing Jeeves get his foot-blocks all up in opponents’ faces). AND, we managed to injure a few opponents: Punter clearly tipped the disc into some poor girl’s face, Green almost took another girl’s wrist off, and a quick Teale-to-Sharky score caused their barefoot’d superstar to destroy his hand on the turf (which he then taped up and played through… natch). And thus, I award the Lion’s Head Tavern Cute Little Kiddie Beer MVP award (pictured sideways below)  to The Pelch for the most authoritative pass block of the year. It was really something. It caused me to scream.

See you all next week, party peoples. Until then, rock on, don’t fear the reaper, something something… \m/
-AA