Oh, so sore. The tournament was awesome. We got off to a slow start- the college kids are definitely way more used to partying all night then waking up early for tournaments.
We decidedly cleaned up, though. We even beat one team 13-1. It was pretty harsh. We worked the disc downfield like the pros we are, and there was just nothing they could do about it. I got some layout defense, and some good saves, too. My jersey looks like I've been mud wrestling. I even got a foot block on one guy, which is especially cool, cause it really messes with the other team's morale.
The game against Hampshire was really close, though- we won by 1 in the hard cap. I think it was 8-7. I thought their captain was gonna cry. They got fucking awesome, though. They have a coach now (which we never had when I was going to school there), and they do conditioning and have plays and all. Which more than offsets the rediculous amount of drinking they do. One of the great things about coed ultimate is that you can have the opportunity to show up your ex on the field. Don't feel bad for her- she's amazing, and she's definitely schooled guys who are much better than me. But it's a nice feeling. Anyway, I taught her how to play, so it would be that much more embarrassing if she one-upped me.
After the tourney, I met up with some peeps I played with from the Cape, and we went to Bueno Y Sano for grub. It's awesome that I've played with people all over the Northeast, from Virginia to Montreal, and I can hang out with people in any major city. It's an awesome community. I'm looking forward to playing with a good club team this season and making a bid for regionals. It'll be tough, though, because our section is uber rough, with three or four of the top rated teams in the nation. We may have to play in another section to make it to regionals, but we probably won't do that this year. Next year I'll be going to Pag in Italy. It's a beach ultimate tournament. The party is supposed to be just absurd. Even if you don't play, that's gotta sound good.
Time to go out. Alcohol soothes the muscles.
We decidedly cleaned up, though. We even beat one team 13-1. It was pretty harsh. We worked the disc downfield like the pros we are, and there was just nothing they could do about it. I got some layout defense, and some good saves, too. My jersey looks like I've been mud wrestling. I even got a foot block on one guy, which is especially cool, cause it really messes with the other team's morale.
The game against Hampshire was really close, though- we won by 1 in the hard cap. I think it was 8-7. I thought their captain was gonna cry. They got fucking awesome, though. They have a coach now (which we never had when I was going to school there), and they do conditioning and have plays and all. Which more than offsets the rediculous amount of drinking they do. One of the great things about coed ultimate is that you can have the opportunity to show up your ex on the field. Don't feel bad for her- she's amazing, and she's definitely schooled guys who are much better than me. But it's a nice feeling. Anyway, I taught her how to play, so it would be that much more embarrassing if she one-upped me.
After the tourney, I met up with some peeps I played with from the Cape, and we went to Bueno Y Sano for grub. It's awesome that I've played with people all over the Northeast, from Virginia to Montreal, and I can hang out with people in any major city. It's an awesome community. I'm looking forward to playing with a good club team this season and making a bid for regionals. It'll be tough, though, because our section is uber rough, with three or four of the top rated teams in the nation. We may have to play in another section to make it to regionals, but we probably won't do that this year. Next year I'll be going to Pag in Italy. It's a beach ultimate tournament. The party is supposed to be just absurd. Even if you don't play, that's gotta sound good.
Time to go out. Alcohol soothes the muscles.
my "boy" who is like 12 years older than me has disappeared from the face of the earth for a WEEK.
and so he fucks me and then disappears and fucks me and disappears. so thats why i get sexually frustrated.
i feel like an engine trying to start but can't coz the fuel keeps on clogging up.
or i dunno. i know nothing about cars....