What a satisfying win, team – what character, poise,
determination and (*consults sports thesaurus*) compete!
For the absent, know that we rallied back from an early three-point
deficit to emerge victorious, thanks to the sage guidance of Coach and Sally,
who had us stacking and cutting like we were a fucking Tier II team. We had
many factors working against us, though, from the wind to the sun to the wonky
end zones (all of which, for the sake of this shaky narrative, may well
have been wearing red jerseys emblazoned with a dry Phil Collins joke), but
they were no match for our collective belly-fire; see a triumphant Greg/Anne standing
over a petrified 4’ female opponent, screaming with jubilation after having
tipped the disk from her grasp in the end zone.
Speaking of highlights – oh, there were so many highlights.
From Chippy’s hat-trick (yes, WE’RE BRINGING CHIPPY BACK, it was decided at the
bar), to Honey’s REPEATED defensive disk spikes, to Coach’s field-long Hail Mary
bomb to me in the end-zone (that I, um, dropped), to Sally’s highlight runs/scores,
to Cruddick’s confident pulling and handling (tee-hee), to Glutes’ second-half
heroics, to Anne’s speed, to Partner’s celebrity dong stories, to Tim’s cutting
and Captain’s general awesomeness, and Bunny’s remarkable restraint when faced
with the most prolonged minor foul discussion ever witnessed on a Frisbee
field. Man, we so deserved to win.
Lion’s Head Frigid Deck Burger Player of the Game, clearly,
goes to Aimee/Chippy/Tartar/Doc/Sauce, for the aforementioned hat-trick and motivational
spirit/rage, and despite her most inappropriate sideline language (earmuffs, Oliver!).
PS: It was brought to the council’s attention that Punter is
a poor nickname for Colleen. Thus, upon some serious discussion, Colleen is now
be-handled SCREECH – strictly for her NL heritage, and not the bar-stabbing, horrific
sex-tape having, hideous man-child, Principle’s pet that is Dustin Diamond of
Bayside High. For the record.
Whee!
-AA
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