Jammed!

I don’t know what the final score was, but we won. Handily, I believe. In ANOTHER frigging wind storm.

This game saw the return of Biggie; and the emergence of Sally as a deep threat; and a Wheeler hat trick (I think); and two super nice spares who, if you squinted, looked just like Hammers anyway; and another one of Armsy’s ha-ha-thought-you-had-the-disc-but-I-reached-in-and-took-that-shit-right-from-in-front-of-you, play of the year-type catches – sending the sidelines, rightfully, into hysteria. Bender, Captain, Honey, Bunny – thumbs up, everyone. Way to run out those long long loooong (long) points.

FYI, our opponents won this month’s HURL Spirit award – and in general, I’d have to agree that they were mostly cool, give or take a sideline drill sergeant and a cranky, beefy guy who thought he was JJ Watt (Dan knows who I mean). And they had a tiny guy called Bruno (!?), which I hope (dear god I hope) was not an ironic nickname.

The Lower Deck Parking Lot Patio Beer player of the game would have to be Colleen/Wheeler for her offense, and her ability to maintain tight d-coverage while keeping a bird flipped to her own sideline (lol). An additional tip-of-the-cap would have to go to Armsy’s aforementioned disc robbery (I think that guy is still looking around for it… somebody check the field), and a fantastic save from Biggie (albeit one for which she did not have to lay out, unfortunately).

Thanks again to everyone who came out! I can’t help but notice that our numbers are dwindling, somewhat… Hammer Men, let’s get those knees and ankles wrapped up – playoffs are upcoming, and I’d sure like to be able to field a team *pouty face*

*forced smile*

Many kisses,
AA