Congratulations to Nicholls and JRuss of the Mental Toss Flycoons who took the co-ed division. Great work kids!
Scores: sometimes I guess at these things, and other times I either remember (Backhoe) or check the internet (everyone else). On Day 1, we beat Ambush (NY) 15-7, and Rare Air (Denver) 15-10. We then got our asses kind of handed to us by Fury (Bay Area) 3-15. The first two games were really good, and the last one not so much. We didn't play very well - there were a few theories as to why, but I think we could have done better. Plus some fat chick got a huge layout D one me. That fat chick had game! On Day 2, we had Backhoe first (ask me the story of the last point), Godiva (Boston) second (we lost 14-7, according the interweb. Can that be right? I thought it was a lot closer. Damn.) These were huge timeslots (2 1/2 hours) and it was very windy, so despite good play on both sides, long long games. Thus, the ass-end of a three way tie, forcing us to play a pre-quarter. Boo urns, but I don't think anyone doubted that we were going to win in. I didn't doubt it at 11-11. And then, somehow, we had lost 11-15 (the team we played was Showdown from Texas). They were good, but we should have fun. Fuck. Thinking about that game again makes me mad. On to the ninals on Day 3. We had to regroup, and come out strong the next day after such a tough day the day before. How strange to go from such a high to such a low so fast. Anyway, we still had two tough teams to beat to take 9th. I was impressed with the teams focus and resolve. I've done the same thing before and seen teams just tank the next day. They give up and stop playing well, but that definitely did not happen in this case. The first team was called Pop, and I'd never heard of them. I know what you are thinking. A Canadian team called Pop who you have never heard of sucks ass. It's just the way at goes. At UPAs, a team called Pop that you have never heard of - they have game! We pulled out another win, taking the game 15-13. We then had a second battle against Rare Air, taking this one 13-7.
Some other random stuff: to add insult to injury, some chick spat on me in the Showdown game. And I mean horked. It was super gross. She horked on the sideline, it was super windy, and it went right on my left leg. I went right up to her and was like, "dude, that's disgusting, you just spat on me." There were a few of her teammates beside her, who looked down at my leg and GASPED. So apparently there was lots on it. Ew. She felt bad, profusely apologized, and somewhat neurotically wiped at my leg (I'd swatted the worst off myself at that point). I said, "it's okay, I know you didn't do it on purpose, but seriously, gross", and walked off. I don't think she felt that bad. Honestly, I didn't care that much - I had a game to play. Damn.
I kind of wanted to cry during the Rare Air game. I layed out and hurt my shoulder and I started to loose all of the touch on my throws. Actually, maybe it was the end of the Pop game. I can't remember. I just know it hurt and I was frustrated. It was mostly just that, but also, my ankle wasn't loving me, I'd re-jammed my thumb, some girl kicked my hand, and some other girl followed threw on a huck into my face. I found it mentally draining, and I'm pretty sure this was my worst game. I didn't fuck up or anything, I just didn't do that much either.
Hopefully you won't read these last two paragraphs in a very negative way *I can here someone in my head saying 'well you wrote it, don't blame me* Overall, I have nothing but glowing praise for the tourney. They are just two things that popped into my mind to write about, so I did.
Here a good happier one: The Palm Bay Club where we stayed had the ocean on one side and a hot tub on the other! Bring on the Country Club jokes :)
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