WE'RE BACK (GUESS WHO'S BACK)

Guys, we won. Guys. We did it. There was wind. There was a little bit of rain. There were sharks and soccer balls and snot rockets and skin-eating turf and general confusion over where we had to play. And there were straaaaiined Frisbee puns. But we triumphed over all such adversity and rode home to victory on the backs of so many dominated ex-Tuna*. Speaking of strained.

Given our familiarity with half of their team, last night felt more like a chill soccer friendly, and so it was a great game through which to ease into the season. We were able to work on some fundamentals (stacking, zone), and slowly refamiliarize ourselves with the mechanics of running and catching things after so many weeks of sedentary hockey playoff binging and beer drinking. I am mainly talking about myself here. Also, it makes a UUUGE difference having Gregor/Bender back to give us that extra punch at handler. *air punch*

But make no mistake, Hammers, we (I) were (was) not quite at mid-season form. Specifically, we all seemed to forget the cardinal rule of Do Not Let AA Throw The Disc. And we all kept forgetting all game. Fortunately, Armsy scored a bazillion points, which gave us plenty of room to freestyle wind-blown pizza cutters into the adjacent field. Thus, Armsy is your Breton Brewing Red Coat Ale Player Of The Game – whee! In her acceptance speech, I hope she clarifies what the “genital rules” of Ultimate are (LOLOLOLOL), and how they may relate to that dude taking a pizza cutter direct to the balls without even flinching.

Individual play of the game was CLEARLY Biggie/Bidginity/Angela’s diving circus catch to score. I suspect this will become a thing. And I’m pretty psyched about it.

In short – good game everybody. I missed you all, and am happy to meet the new guys . NEXT WEEK WE GO FOR BEERZ.
-AA

*FYI: Team was called Tuna last year.