What Is And What Should Never Be.
Nationals: October 14th-16th, Montreal QC.
We loaded up in our vans, 3 of 'em, and the rest on the bus with the femmes. Of course my van stopped at A&W. Damn I love those onion rings. Baked with pure crack, I'm sure. We rolled into Montreal at around twenty to 10 Thursday night. It had been raining since Tuesday, and I was pretty sure the games were going to be cancelled, but we would see what would happen.
Friday morning we were up at 6:07 am, ready to play. A pit stop at Timmy Ho's and we were on our way. We got to the fields to hear the news...games cancelled for the day. SO we picked up our new pimp jerseys, and headed back to our respected "homes". My van of course got lost, in the midst of Arctic/Sahara, but eventually made it back to Dowler's. We threw on Any Given Sunday for inspiration...and I slept like a baby. After our mid-morning nap we went for a run and a throw in an empty field somewhere in the heart of Montreal,after running through the campus of an all-girl school (who, by the way were way too young, and had skirts on that were way too short...Eric, they may be your height, but it's still illegal).
We saw what could happen to fields with cleats, because we destroyed the field in only running shoes. We played Double Disc Court for a while then got out of there. Dinner and a night out led to Saturday, where the tournament was moved to Saint-Jean-sur-la-Richelieu, as I had predicted.
Miller got us there right on time, at 7:56 am, ready to warm up for our 9:00 am game. Everyone else showed up at 8:20 am after getting lost, and the warm-up began.
Our first game was against MacMaster, who challenged my request for our new black jerseys. I thought in my head, you are going to pay for that...Seeing that their "good" players didn't actually go to MacMaster anymore, we rolled them easily to a 13-2 victory.
Our next game saw us up against Carleton. It was a good game, but we ended them quickly with a 13-5 victory.
Toronto proved to be a good game with them taking half 7-6. Some timely D's put us back on top and played the way we should have all game, instead of the ass we played in the first half, and we took the game 13-9.
We finished first in our pool, so we got to play a crossover against the first seed in the other pool...our rivals UBC. It was an awesome game, full of good plays, some sketchy calls, and Dr. Mackie and Mooney going at it. Mooney definitely won. Atta boy. Pink nail polish?
We were down 5-2 when we decided to step it up, and we ended up 7-7 when the horn blew. A bunch of handler passes and calls got the disc to me on a stoppage. I looked at Shaw, and he knew what I was going to do, whether it was a good idea or not...but hey, it's Shaw. It was tapped in, and I put a high bladey flick huck to Shaw, inches over defenders fingertips. Shaw made an incredible reverse layout grab, basically behind his back for the 8-7 victory. Terrible throw, incredible catch. This would give us the #1 seed going into Sunday.
Sunday night saw tragedy. The tournament was cancelled because of the terrible field conditions, and the tragic death of Chris Powell, Carleton Chess Club and Big Fish anchor. Knowing him personally I can say that it is a great loss, and that the world is worse off having lost him. Our hearts go out to his friends and family. You will not be forgotten.
To Chris: I know right now you are in heaven, tossing with Jesus, or Hendrix, or anyone patient enough to be taught this weird Frisbee Football game that you seem so set upon. Vaya con Dios, brah. I'll be thinking about you.
Gnarlz.
We loaded up in our vans, 3 of 'em, and the rest on the bus with the femmes. Of course my van stopped at A&W. Damn I love those onion rings. Baked with pure crack, I'm sure. We rolled into Montreal at around twenty to 10 Thursday night. It had been raining since Tuesday, and I was pretty sure the games were going to be cancelled, but we would see what would happen.
Friday morning we were up at 6:07 am, ready to play. A pit stop at Timmy Ho's and we were on our way. We got to the fields to hear the news...games cancelled for the day. SO we picked up our new pimp jerseys, and headed back to our respected "homes". My van of course got lost, in the midst of Arctic/Sahara, but eventually made it back to Dowler's. We threw on Any Given Sunday for inspiration...and I slept like a baby. After our mid-morning nap we went for a run and a throw in an empty field somewhere in the heart of Montreal,after running through the campus of an all-girl school (who, by the way were way too young, and had skirts on that were way too short...Eric, they may be your height, but it's still illegal).
We saw what could happen to fields with cleats, because we destroyed the field in only running shoes. We played Double Disc Court for a while then got out of there. Dinner and a night out led to Saturday, where the tournament was moved to Saint-Jean-sur-la-Richelieu, as I had predicted.
Miller got us there right on time, at 7:56 am, ready to warm up for our 9:00 am game. Everyone else showed up at 8:20 am after getting lost, and the warm-up began.
Our first game was against MacMaster, who challenged my request for our new black jerseys. I thought in my head, you are going to pay for that...Seeing that their "good" players didn't actually go to MacMaster anymore, we rolled them easily to a 13-2 victory.
Our next game saw us up against Carleton. It was a good game, but we ended them quickly with a 13-5 victory.
Toronto proved to be a good game with them taking half 7-6. Some timely D's put us back on top and played the way we should have all game, instead of the ass we played in the first half, and we took the game 13-9.
We finished first in our pool, so we got to play a crossover against the first seed in the other pool...our rivals UBC. It was an awesome game, full of good plays, some sketchy calls, and Dr. Mackie and Mooney going at it. Mooney definitely won. Atta boy. Pink nail polish?
We were down 5-2 when we decided to step it up, and we ended up 7-7 when the horn blew. A bunch of handler passes and calls got the disc to me on a stoppage. I looked at Shaw, and he knew what I was going to do, whether it was a good idea or not...but hey, it's Shaw. It was tapped in, and I put a high bladey flick huck to Shaw, inches over defenders fingertips. Shaw made an incredible reverse layout grab, basically behind his back for the 8-7 victory. Terrible throw, incredible catch. This would give us the #1 seed going into Sunday.
Sunday night saw tragedy. The tournament was cancelled because of the terrible field conditions, and the tragic death of Chris Powell, Carleton Chess Club and Big Fish anchor. Knowing him personally I can say that it is a great loss, and that the world is worse off having lost him. Our hearts go out to his friends and family. You will not be forgotten.
To Chris: I know right now you are in heaven, tossing with Jesus, or Hendrix, or anyone patient enough to be taught this weird Frisbee Football game that you seem so set upon. Vaya con Dios, brah. I'll be thinking about you.
Gnarlz.
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