Okay, this is easy - with the iPFam, the NyetFam, and Mike NTPB watching from the sidelines, 3BK got its collective ass handed to it last night, 15-6 from Huck You. Or perhaps half of its ass, as we only managed to field 8 players, one of whom was hobbling around on a sprained ankle. Savage for the guys and only three girls, and we were missing our first, second (sprained ankle), third, and fourth round picks, leaving us with few to no hands and a dire inability to cover pretty much anyone from the other team.
They threw a lot of zone at us, and it became readily apparent very quickly that working it up the field was not really an option (drops, throw-aways, etc.). I ended up consciously taking some rather ridiculous chances in light of this (figuring the 30% chance was more viable than the 5% chance we would work it up), but otherwise did fine; even had a layout D and a nice layout backwards matrix-style catch. Hit some people in the hands with hammers, forehands, missed Stefan just a hair deep a couple of times (he was the one playing on a sprained ankle), the usual. Not a good showing by the team*, but we kept running hard all the way through and seemed to keep spirits up, which was good. I personally was still cutting deep at the very end**, so I was happy that the week plus off from frisbee didn't kill my endurance.
* - Problem one - handling was terrible. Couldn't depend on people not to take the ridiculous shot up the line, or generally throw the disc directly into poaches. Problem two - we definitely had two men (if not four) running free on us on defense. That problem was actually bigger than the first, as we tried hard, but they were essentially able to walk it all over the field every time we turned it over. Ugh. I tried to play centerfield and got some mileage out of it, but it was a pretty impossible situation.
** - Mike (and Tom from the other team) nicely noted that I look skinny, which may or may not have anything to do with the cardiovascular being okay despite the relative lack of sprinting lately. . My mom, on the other hand, said that I look like a priest. We eventually figured out that she meant "monk" or "ascetic," but the initial comment was surreally awesome: "your nose is really skinny; you look like a priest." This, natch, inspired many a heckle from the Beck and iPMM. "Your legs are skinny; you look like a priest. You ears are looking thin; can you administer communion?"
Beck is still hobbling a bit but played well; she got the disc a bunch of times which was sweet. Probably best to stop talking about this; we were just severely outgunned and couldn't get anything done. We had a little run toward the end to close it to 10-5, but that was about it. No good. Pretty embarrassing, too, to have Mike et al see the low level of disc. Ah, well. We're 3-2 with a +10 point differential now and have a tough game against Griesy and the rest of Los Tigres Del Norte next week. We shall see...
Oh, btw, Beck's fam and my fam and Mike are in town. SPRING BREAK!!!!!
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