Re: SAMSGUT

Drew obviously must not have read that you had recently validated your
rights as spirit definer and judger of ultimate related story morality
by officially playing coed. I'll let him know. By the way... it's all
true. Weddle fought the waitress and she had it coming.
There are still 2 more practices before sectionals for you to come
rejoin the Warriors.

Peterson
Warrior
thefan wrote:
Drew, you Wilmington guys disgust me with your "spirit". throwing up on
the fields, discussing hot sauce inflicting bowel movements? i have to
say i question the validity of some parts of this story. i mean, how
did he toss it in the morning, if he had already heatedly passed some
other time. JW fighting with some poor overweight waitress? maybe it
really was he who began the fighting at the FCS, this sort of
controversy seems to follow him everywhere. Riding bikes in between
games? okay you bunch of Dennis Rodman & TO wannabe's, real cool? did
you bring enough bikes for everyone. then the fist pounding? i mean
what kind of crap is that? a team with real spirit would have hugged
everyone, or done a landshark, or maybe a boatrace, but when did fist
pounding become part of ultimate? it's just plain gross. it seems it
would be a dangerous situation to be a teammate of yours as well. when
your elders tell you to take them home, take them home. i bet Mike had
a really nasty crick in his neck after tha bit of mistreatment.

next time, don't be so damn eager to boast about all or your machismo
and hooliganism. remember, sprit of the game has nothing to do with
you guys. it is probably personally offended at your offront to the
sport.

The Fan
OG Warrior

crosbydrew@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
To Cobble, Mike Alley, Jet, Amy and any other Noogaian who had a hand
in this year's SAMSGUT:

Well done. Everything was fantastic!

I'll give you a recap of our weekend:

We rolled into Nooga late Friday night with 10 players. Luckily, we
booked hotel rooms at the entrance to Camp Jordan. I would suggest that
future TDs recommend the Best Value Inn to everyone.

On Saturday we won three pool play games, and on our bye Jason, Mike
and I went for a bike ride around the mountainous neighborhoods next to
the fields (there isn't a hill within 100 miles of Wilmington, so we
decided to bring our bikes and take advantage of Nooga's hillly
terrain). We won our last game and went right back to riding the hills.
It was awesome.

We arrived at the party at 5:30. We ate dinner and watched UT crush Cal
(the Cal players probably aren't used to 112,000 people wearing orange,
drinking whiskey and singing the same fight song over and over again).
Adam Pflaumer ate a Molten Lava Hot Pepper Chicken Philly. The waitress
was impressed, as she had never seen anyone finish that sandwich
before. It was later reported that it was just as hot coming out as
going in. At this time, Jason had already pissed the waitress (Jane)
off with some sort of sarcastic remark (this will be important later).

Mike asked us to drive him to the hotel, because he's old, and he goes
to bed early. We got him into the van, and he fell asleep before we
even pulled out of the parking lot. We drove around the block, went
back to the party and left Mike sleeping in the van. He never knew we
didn't take him home.

Outside the bar, Mike Alley set up an inflatable boxing ring. We
quickly took it over, and pummelled each other with oversized boxing
gloves. Once people started showing up for the party, it got pretty
crowded. I saw Jane working her way through the crowd. She got to
Jason, and he immediately challenged her to a boxing match (Jane is
about 30 and slightly over weight. Jason is 24 and slightly under
weight). She says: Let's go! I'm gonna kick your ASS! Jason was
laughing and joking. Jane was not.

In the ring, Jason came out swinging, but Jane didn't back down. Jason
eventually knocked her down and was working the "Ground and Pound"
technique. Jane somehow got on top, took off her gloves and started
beating Jason in the stomach with her bare fists! She was yelling: ***
You! *** You!

The judges give Jane the win for her ruthlessness.

After seven straight hours at the party, we decided to call it a night.
Before we left, we approached every player at the party and gave them
the "Respect Fist." Why? Cause we have respect for anyone who competes
in a weekend-long sporting event and gets trashed on Saturday night.

Sunday morning, just before we released the first pull of the day,
Pflaumer says: I'm going to puke. We thought he was joking, but he
really did puke up Molten Lava Hot Pepper Chicken while running down on
the pull. By the end of the day, he had played almost every point of
every game, gotten two lay-out catch d's and after the tournament,
placed second in the "Who can pull a Uhaul trailer 70 yards in the
least amount of time" contest. You had to do it twice and combine your
times. Well done, Pflaumer.

We won three games on Sunday to take the Open Divison trophy. Besides
Pflaumer's d's, the best highlights were Mike throwing at least 2 or 3
80-yard hucks for goals to Andrew Allen.

Afterwards, we hung out for a couple of hours and drank Highlife
(provided by the TD) and watched the Uhaul pulls. We didn't want to
leave.

We made it home at 5:30 Monday morning, and supposedly Mike (who drove
the entire way home) had to go to work at 7:30 (Ouch! On Labor Day?
Ouch.).

Anyway, we had a great time.
Thanks to everyone involved.
You went out with a bang, BoBo!

drew

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