The crowd started to gather for semis - some solid hecklers like Jose, Dave Abdoo, Jack and the like were there, too, so it was serious GO time. Beck pulled up right about this time, too, pushing me over the top with all kinds of evolutionary impress-the-mate motivations. It was on.
Given our ridiculous losses of the tosses in the pool games, I elected to go with a game of Cowboy-Grizzly-Ninja to decide who would pull first in the semis. I even warned Jesse ahead of time that nothing beats ninja, but he foolishly threw cowboy and lost to my hi-ya. We were pulling first.
This game honestly went by in a blur - we just played our usual disc control game and crazy tough D. We matched up very well, sicking Justin on Jesse and then letting the the trickle down effect give us favorable matchups. They responded by throwing zone - we dissected it a bit, but had some bad drops and turnovers at the goal line on three points in a row. And they capitalized. So we were beating the zone handily, but botching it at the last second. This put us down 4-2, at which point they for some unknown reason called timeout.
And then we just kicked it into extra gear. Our zone handling went from 99% to 105%; we got yards at will and were nice and careful against their short deep Jesse. I nailed Pat a couple of times deep for scores, forcing their deep deep to stay way back, and the whole field just opened amazingly. We also cranked our D - our ladies really shut down their women, Paul made some plays, I had a crazy lay out bid that gave us a short field turnover, and thing were back in their right place. We took half 7-5, then slowly pulled away. My favorite play of this game was a full field forehand flick to Teri for a goal that made it 12-9; just a friggin' beautiful play all around - Teri made a perfect deep cut, the throw went up and shot but then just held up perfectly for her to track down in the endzone. Borderline poetic. We nailed the door shut after that, winning the deal 13-9.
Like I said, it gets kinda blurry playing all day, and this game went by in a flash. We were down early but didn't panic, and the rest of it just seemed like the same old fnuk, just chilly handling when they threw their Z and unstoppable cutting when they played man, AND we got up in their grill on D and took it home. Very, very exciting, and it goes without saying, another stellar matchup with Jesse and Marisa. Great game, very clean - a couple of argued calls, but nothing crazy, and it all worked out.
The Royal WEfnuk to this point had just done what they were supposed to do and held seed. Over in the other semis, Offshore Swilling was having a helluva time with Orange Qangaroos, but eventually won 13-11. Setting the stage for the rematch of the year. If you will recall, the only game that fnuk had lost all season was in the first week to O.S. We were missing Justin and Teri that week, two HUGE contributors, and we had been itching essentially since that very evening for another shot at the star-studded, undefeated, everyone's pagan idol of a team. And we were getting it.
In the FINALS.
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