STOMP IT IN!!!!
Play pussy, get fucked.
Those are words to live by...and do not bother me with requests to define what they mean...figure it out on your own.
Last weekend was my first official frisbee tournement.
Despite the fact that the second day got cancelled due to rain it was still one of the greatest things ever.
I woke up at 7:47 on saturday morning.
We were supposed to be meeting at 7:30.
When I called one of the captains (slam) he said they were already on the road...
Then he clarified that they just left his house to goto the meeting place...
After my heart had stopped because I thought i got left behind.
Like...why would you do something like that?
That's just fucked.
So anyways...we get to the U of Richmond at about...9ish.
Our first game is at 11.
We hang out, warm up, do a lap around the entire field all shirtless to intimidate the competition/impress the ladies.
Our first game was against the Richmond XYZ team (they split their squad)
We played some shitty frisbee, I got beat by my man big time once.
But that's ok, cause I played pretty sweet 'D' otherwise.
It was also in this game that I made my first score ever in competitive frisbee.
And it was to tie the score at 9 (we were playing to 13)
I fucking burned 2 guys in the end-zone too. :)
We ended up losing like 12-11 or 11-10 because we ran out of time.
Oh well...onto our next game against...
I think JMU (James Madison)
Once again we played shitty.
It was something like 7-4 or 7-3 at half time.
We were getting our asses handed to us.
Before this game though we all pitched in to get some beer.
It arrived at half time.
In the 2nd half we proceeded to rally off like 4 straight un-answered points to tie it at 11-11.
It was too little to late as we ended up losing 13-11.
That's 2 losses by a total of 3 points.
Not too bad.
Oh yeah...I got another score in that game too.
And I was a handler most of the time when I was put in.
Which surprised me cause usually only the really good vets are handlers.
So apparantly the captains think alot of me...or I'm just bad at cutting in the ho-stack.
Whatever.
So then...next game against American University.
Those fuckers rejected me, so it was personal this time.
They were scrubs.
we were up 7-2 at half time.
Our mantra from that point on became "Drown the puppy"
That's right...drown the mother fucking puppy.
I think the final score was 13-5 or something.
Our final game was against George Mason (I think)
I didn't play too much in this game cause I was so tired from the first three and my calf was starting to really hurt.
We went up like 12-7 in the 2nd half and ended up winning 13-10 or so just cause we were trying to win on a sweet score.
So the first day we went 2-2 but the games we won he owned in, and the games we lost we didn't get beat...we just sucked.
Ultimatly it was the beer that made us play to our ability.
Just remember that one.
After our last game we proceeded to celebrate with a little "Stomp it in"
What stomp it in entails is everyone in a circle passing around a gallon of wine. The point is to kill the gallon by the time it goes around once.
And that we did.
Then we went to one of the Captain's parents' house. Where there was lots and lots of food.
Which was all amazing after 6 hours straight of frisbee.
Then I decided to go back to school with some of the guys while everyone else went to hang out with the Richmond team.
I ended up making the better choice because although I missed out on a sweet party. The 2nd day was cancelled because of rain so everyone just had to come back anyways. And I got more sleep out of it. :)
That's all for now.
We goto Delaware next weekend for another tournement.
And I expect frisbee over break still...
Grrrrrrrrrrundlebugs!
-Ryan
Those are words to live by...and do not bother me with requests to define what they mean...figure it out on your own.
Last weekend was my first official frisbee tournement.
Despite the fact that the second day got cancelled due to rain it was still one of the greatest things ever.
I woke up at 7:47 on saturday morning.
We were supposed to be meeting at 7:30.
When I called one of the captains (slam) he said they were already on the road...
Then he clarified that they just left his house to goto the meeting place...
After my heart had stopped because I thought i got left behind.
Like...why would you do something like that?
That's just fucked.
So anyways...we get to the U of Richmond at about...9ish.
Our first game is at 11.
We hang out, warm up, do a lap around the entire field all shirtless to intimidate the competition/impress the ladies.
Our first game was against the Richmond XYZ team (they split their squad)
We played some shitty frisbee, I got beat by my man big time once.
But that's ok, cause I played pretty sweet 'D' otherwise.
It was also in this game that I made my first score ever in competitive frisbee.
And it was to tie the score at 9 (we were playing to 13)
I fucking burned 2 guys in the end-zone too. :)
We ended up losing like 12-11 or 11-10 because we ran out of time.
Oh well...onto our next game against...
I think JMU (James Madison)
Once again we played shitty.
It was something like 7-4 or 7-3 at half time.
We were getting our asses handed to us.
Before this game though we all pitched in to get some beer.
It arrived at half time.
In the 2nd half we proceeded to rally off like 4 straight un-answered points to tie it at 11-11.
It was too little to late as we ended up losing 13-11.
That's 2 losses by a total of 3 points.
Not too bad.
Oh yeah...I got another score in that game too.
And I was a handler most of the time when I was put in.
Which surprised me cause usually only the really good vets are handlers.
So apparantly the captains think alot of me...or I'm just bad at cutting in the ho-stack.
Whatever.
So then...next game against American University.
Those fuckers rejected me, so it was personal this time.
They were scrubs.
we were up 7-2 at half time.
Our mantra from that point on became "Drown the puppy"
That's right...drown the mother fucking puppy.
I think the final score was 13-5 or something.
Our final game was against George Mason (I think)
I didn't play too much in this game cause I was so tired from the first three and my calf was starting to really hurt.
We went up like 12-7 in the 2nd half and ended up winning 13-10 or so just cause we were trying to win on a sweet score.
So the first day we went 2-2 but the games we won he owned in, and the games we lost we didn't get beat...we just sucked.
Ultimatly it was the beer that made us play to our ability.
Just remember that one.
After our last game we proceeded to celebrate with a little "Stomp it in"
What stomp it in entails is everyone in a circle passing around a gallon of wine. The point is to kill the gallon by the time it goes around once.
And that we did.
Then we went to one of the Captain's parents' house. Where there was lots and lots of food.
Which was all amazing after 6 hours straight of frisbee.
Then I decided to go back to school with some of the guys while everyone else went to hang out with the Richmond team.
I ended up making the better choice because although I missed out on a sweet party. The 2nd day was cancelled because of rain so everyone just had to come back anyways. And I got more sleep out of it. :)
That's all for now.
We goto Delaware next weekend for another tournement.
And I expect frisbee over break still...
Grrrrrrrrrrundlebugs!
-Ryan