drums in the deep...

AJ notes, all quiet in the blogosphere.
it's just like right when that sorry little hobbit drops the rock in the well... (cue balrog)...
AJ's got an innocuous piece saying how swell all the competition is down south, Jim's getting out the vote, ignoring some RSD spew claiming they are going to lose the season to goat. I mean, early in the season, Jim was clammoring for respect. Now, It's locker poster time. Belicheck central. I'm sure the DoG listserv is full of 'no one respects us' emails... but do not want to put up any possible locker fodder of their own. Alex has not posted in months (in cyber time). His hit counts must be dwindling to some morbid few who take grim pleasure in seeing what was once a truly inspired frisbee blog (just tell us about frisbee in the 80's again Al, no one will know). Idris basically bashes teams a little, but he's not playing.

Nationals is coming, and it's quiet. Too quiet.

Sigh. Sure, over on RSD, the Wilmington guys are threatening to beat up some guy, but they are all retired. And waiting to occupy their work day goading some dogooder who bites.

Funny Wilmington story. My first year w/ Sockeye (Not counting the one where they strung me out for 6.5 months before cutting me 3 days before chicago), I think it was the hurricane year... at least it lead to the reorientation of the fields for the next year to allow them to be cross to prevailing winds...

Anyway, we lose a heartbreaker to PDX (lost the flip, no upwinders scored), but faced them again in the all important 9-10 game. Fresh off a goodnights rest, and the ice bath, etc., we arrived at the field for some righteous consolation (what is the html tag for sarcasm).

After avoiding kid hammonds attempt to settle the flip by having me wrestle linkfield, we play portland...

But before the game can begin... PDX cheers...

Hee hee hee haw haw haw
we met your ma and we played pa...

We replied...
na na na na na na na na
na na na na na na
na na na na na na na na
you stupid #^()!&@ (^&+*

segued into...

We hate hate hate your guts guts guts
so just #^() off.

They crumbled. We had learned those from CVH, they were either windy or nyny cheers...
PDX crumbled...

But Wilmington, warming up on the adjacent field, watched in rapt silence, they let out large cheering and applause when we finished...

(Speaking of retreads, that's that's right about when I lost my wallet...)