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Oh jeez.
Today we (who the hell is this "we"?!) were suppose to have a Ultimate frisbee scrim game against the JV boys today. :/
That turned out great.
Y'know... scrimming for ten minutes and then getting kicked out by the park-ranger-dudes. Because we were messing up the fields.
Iono. Something about letting the grass grow or something.
I mean, aren't we making the grass grow better? Our cleats are making all those extra holes for uh... grass seeds. We take away their tedious job of poking millions of holes across the swampy field.
We deserve a medal.
Or at least some time added to our community service. We've done good.
I didn't even get to play. Which sucks. I was about to. All lined up across the endzone. Ready to scrim.
Stupid park-ranger-dude.
Jeez.
And after that, we took the train again and the bus for an hour and wound up at a corner at the edge of Brooklyn. Next to the ocean.
Wtf.
It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally.
Okay, not literally. But it was worse that Queens.
How can you be more desolate than Queens?!
And so we moved to another park. When it begins to rain.
Which is great, y'know?
Tromping through a geese-shit field...
There was shit everywhere. Not even exaggerating this time. Every squish of a step there was geese shit.
But only in the fenced area. Beyond that, the grass (or lack thereof) is as clean as a whistle.
Jeez. Thank you, geese, for shitting on the field we planned on playing on.
Obviously we didn't scrim on that field.
We're not that desperate to play on a muddy, geese-shitty field.
And then we moved. Again. To another field. With fake grass this time.
By now it's raining very hard.
And all our spirits were dampened.
...
Heehee. Dampened. Get it? :D
Yeah.
Okay.
That was a cheesy joke. Moving on.
The field was tiny.
So no one really played a serious game or anything. Kinda just bullshitting around.
And half of us left. And walked ten blocks to the D train. Wth.
I stunk by then. Great. Wet and stinky.
And had a stupid denist's appointment afterwards. So no nice, hot shower when I get back.
Yeah. Great day. Another awesome and fun memory added to my grand Ultimate life.
Today we (who the hell is this "we"?!) were suppose to have a Ultimate frisbee scrim game against the JV boys today. :/
That turned out great.
Y'know... scrimming for ten minutes and then getting kicked out by the park-ranger-dudes. Because we were messing up the fields.
Iono. Something about letting the grass grow or something.
I mean, aren't we making the grass grow better? Our cleats are making all those extra holes for uh... grass seeds. We take away their tedious job of poking millions of holes across the swampy field.
We deserve a medal.
Or at least some time added to our community service. We've done good.
I didn't even get to play. Which sucks. I was about to. All lined up across the endzone. Ready to scrim.
Stupid park-ranger-dude.
Jeez.
And after that, we took the train again and the bus for an hour and wound up at a corner at the edge of Brooklyn. Next to the ocean.
Wtf.
It was in the middle of nowhere. Literally.
Okay, not literally. But it was worse that Queens.
How can you be more desolate than Queens?!
And so we moved to another park. When it begins to rain.
Which is great, y'know?
Tromping through a geese-shit field...
There was shit everywhere. Not even exaggerating this time. Every squish of a step there was geese shit.
But only in the fenced area. Beyond that, the grass (or lack thereof) is as clean as a whistle.
Jeez. Thank you, geese, for shitting on the field we planned on playing on.
Obviously we didn't scrim on that field.
We're not that desperate to play on a muddy, geese-shitty field.
And then we moved. Again. To another field. With fake grass this time.
By now it's raining very hard.
And all our spirits were dampened.
...
Heehee. Dampened. Get it? :D
Yeah.
Okay.
That was a cheesy joke. Moving on.
The field was tiny.
So no one really played a serious game or anything. Kinda just bullshitting around.
And half of us left. And walked ten blocks to the D train. Wth.
I stunk by then. Great. Wet and stinky.
And had a stupid denist's appointment afterwards. So no nice, hot shower when I get back.
Yeah. Great day. Another awesome and fun memory added to my grand Ultimate life.