Happy Travels, Yeezy

Well, that wasn’t so bad.

The orange-triangle-spirit-rated-Kanye-West-joke-of-a-team turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of surprisingly-humourless, somewhat-athletic newbs led by two semi-pros and Ser Gregor Clegane in a Jesus costume. That they won is immaterial – we played fucking awesome. This is two weeks in a row that we faced, and exploited, a weak zone defense to our advantage - we swung the disk quickly, we provided good cuts to advance it upfield, and we made the sometimes-necessary-completely-bonkers-single-fingernail-circus-grabs to keep the plays alive (holy shit, Colleen). It was close. We almost had it. I kinda feel that if we had the balls to call a few of the more egregious travels and picks early in the game, we may have come out on top. Regardless, you’re all winners in MY book, which is the only one that really counts (eat it, Bible).

BUT, the game was not without its drama. See: Bunny and Coach suffering upper- and lower-body injuries, respectively, in quick succession in the second half; a few of their points mayhaps could have been contested due to some of the aforementioned (albeit innocent?) egregious fouls; at any given time during the game, half of our team seemed to be livid over something, while the other half seemed blissfully unaware – giggling and frolicking peacefully through the Spryfield greenery; and after three-quarters of a game of SHAMELESSLY exploiting the most poorly-worded rule in an inexplicably large book of rules for application to a self-refereed sport, Mrs. Cheery McTravelson and her laughably poor attempts to counter her own inertia were finally called out by Chippy. At which point, even her own teammates were nodding in agreement (which, LOL).

It was my favourite kind of game. :)

I gotta say, I’m loving the coaching from Coach, and the sideline input from our more experienced players - be it Sally advising me not to enact my obnoxious protest travel, Honey asking the good questions, or Bender telling us where we should be standing/cutting to. Beautiful! On-field highlights included a highlight-reels-worth of awesome defensive rejections courtesy of Greg; that crazy catch from Colleen/Wheeler; and some pretty sweet cup-breaking passes from our Captain. The LOLOLOL Nick McGrath Stubby Fruit Punch Player of the Game would have to go to Bunny, who was everywhere last night, and may have played the last half-hour concussed, possibly in violation of the HURL concussion protocol, which may or may not exist in that tome of a rules “handbook” – regardless, we admire your GRIT, Brian Burke would be proud.

Good job, y’all – see you next week!
-AA

PS: On a more serious note, let’s try to enjoy these fleeting moments of camaraderie and happiness while we can, before civilization as we know it collapses under a Trump presidency, and we’re all enlisted to battle in WWIII. *nods somberly*

PPS: Kool Moe Dee!