Rhymes with nothing
Posted 3 years, 11 months ago at 23:38. 0 comments
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!
