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Our team has a name: Squash. We are well aware of the potential ironical implications of the name, but so long as we continue to do the squashing (28-17 this week), it’s all good.
This team is so headed for dissolution.
Winter indoor ultimate season has begin anew, so get ready for more boring talk of over-ambitious decision making, ill-advised hammers, and general loathing…
…except we won.
The as-of-yet-unnamed team orange was ahead 15 to 5 at halftime, and we really didn’t let up the pressure in the second half. I’m so pleased right now that I won’t even mention how badly my ankle and groin hurt.
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Today’s local nominees for the Darwin Awards: the two truckers who thought that parking their rig in the right-hand lane of Baseline at Greenbank this evening at 8:30pm with no lights on, and then attempting to diagnose whatever was wrong with the hitch/trailer by crouching in the lane still left open to traffic to look under the truck, was a good idea. Like everyone else, I always drive the *ahem* speed limit on Baseline, and I narrowly avoided these two lunatics, but traffic was non-existent at the time. Best of luck getting your truck fixed, boys, if you’re still alive to need it.
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I was briefly up to level 9, but after a series of bad rounds, I was dropped back to, and am currently firmly mired at, a ranking of 8 in the Rumble Pit. How demoralizing is that? I think I need to face the fact that I am never going to beat illiterate, punk kids online at Halo 2. If only their parents had bought them books instead of extra Xbox controllers!
More ultimate tonight, although it was nowhere near as warm as yesterday. In fact, frost was forming on our jackets and knapsacks on the sidelines between points. It was fairly spectacular to play ultimate as the moon slowly reddened overhead. Very Hallowe’en-esque.
Oh yeah, and we won.
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Kris caught up with my blog today. In the discussion that ensued concerning what exactly teh yay meant, and why it had anything to do with her returning from Germany, we mutually decided that she shouldn’t go away for so long again because my conversational and literary skills get pwned when I end up talking only to cats for the better part of a month.
When a spanking has been delivered on the ultimate pitch, it has traditionally not been the Turf Toads collecting the signature. Well, we got out the paddle tonight, I’ll tell ya, much to the chagrin of our opponents, the Party Pants. Truth be told, the weather was so fantastic — how often do we get a warm night at this time of year? — that I wished the game hadn’t ended so quickly.
My wife is back from Europe == teh yay!
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Saturday morning was gorgeous. There was still some frost in the shade when James and I arrived at Camp Fortune to play a round of disc golf after an early brunch at the Pump. The course was freshly mowed, yet I still managed to almost lose a disc — a disc that only traveled 30ft at that! Who knew that hammering into the wind was a bad idea? In my defense, I teed off first on the hole in question, and the tee is in a depression where there is no wind. At least my throw cleared the creek. In the end, I eeked out a one-shot victory, but we also forgot to score one hole, so cum grano salis and all that.
OK, my body was just a little bit unprepared for 3 nights of ultimate in a row this week. Ow.
The aforementioned Ultimate tryouts were tonight. I wasn’t too concerned about them; I played in the same league last year, I know the calibre of play, and I think I deserve to play again. Since I didn’t feel I had anything to prove, I kept all my crazy throws in my bag (such as they are), and let other people embarrass themselves by trying too hard. If for some reason I don’t get the nod, I will simply end up playing more pick-up hockey at the local rink or taking up swimming again over the winter for exercise.
Of note: one of my friends that I used to play ultimate with in Guelph was also trying out tonight, It was fun to play against Justin “The Juice” To again. I really hope my hand-blocking him on every defensive series doesn’t keep him out of the advanced league, because he really is a good player. 
Even though I played in the league last year, the convenors are making me attend an evaluation session (read: tryouts) for winter indoor advanced ultimate on Thanksgiving Monday. Considering the pricetag and the general quality of the league last year, I’m questioning whether it is even worth it. God I love OCUA.
