Soccer Heroes

MVP: Mad Maxx for shut-down tenacious D and the kind clears.

You know Chucker wants it for his hat trick or whatever--very impressive, indeed--but soccer is primarily a passing game....

Bacnasty takes out the Great White, whose nearly-40-yr-old bones just can't keep up.

Pouliout pronounces this one our finest hour yet, and she may well be correct. Excellent, hard-fought play all around. Very little whining.

Some kids might want to learn how to tie their shoes, though.

Diskin the Disch

Kind kind ultimate.

Starts out with WAY too much whining, but finally the Dischers settle into a good competitive game. Street Clothes tries hard to knock the ole chip off his shoulder; puts forth a fine effort. Defensive Player of the Game, baby.

Shoes runs away with MVP (though the Jordan rule is in full, obvious effect).

FOOOOOBALLL

FOOOOBALLL! MUDDY! SLIPPERY! AAAAAAAAAH!

MVP, only because he begged so much and CLAIMS to have scored 4 TD's for the crusha team, Chucker, aka Terrell Owens, aka Ellie Smith.

Defensive player of the game: ?

Did anyone actually play defense? OBD, #3 on the sketch list still, after all this time, gets a nod here for when he intercepted a beautiful Joe Montana pass. (Joe was a sweet sweet passer, just in case you never hearda him....)

It's been too long since ULTIMATE!!!! But a number of the fellas dig the ole FB, so we'll try to make it a regular once-a-weeker....

Indoor Kon Dischin

Kon Disch took their game indoors for a bit o' instructional vidding--some sweet Muay Thai butt-kickin and a kind game of ultimate in which Brown stole the UPA championship from perrenial powerhouse Colorado (Great White's alma mom).

MVP of the day was Tony Ja, aka Tony He, mostly on account that we watched the real Tony Ja in action.

The Jordan Conundrum

In the days of Michael Jordan, the sports awardists had a hard time with the ole MVP. They couldn't just give it to him every year, even though he was deserving. We're like that at Kon Disch with the Wildman, former JV Captain. He's always the best on the court.

So MVP today goes to Wildman anyway.

Play of the Day? You know the Great White wants this one. Winning shot. Top o' the key. For TWO (though we only needed one).

Mad Maxx also had a sweet shot early in the game. Takin it to the BANK like ole Timmy Duncan, the greatest should-be Celtic in history.

Chucker jacked up his usual fare, hitting a few here and there.

Defensive player of the game? Your guess....

Missed ole Street Clothes today, off getting the braces tightened or something.

Took on the LARGES--that group of football hoodlums fronted by Burns Boy aka Lex Browning and OBD--numbers 4 and 3 on the Sketch List, respectively. Also Quinn the Eskimo and Tomas d'Arsenal played on the Black team, helping Great White to victory for the first time in recent memory.

Lapsed Posts

Jeezum Crowbee! Prit'near a week sints the last post here to Kon Discht.

The Great White went back to the home country after a failed attempt to bring out the small bear on Thursday. Poached the pow up to Jay Peak.

Little Football on last Thursday Friday. Guess it didn't hurt that bad. Might try it again some day.

Monday comes round with a fine game of SNOW ULTIMATE. Chucker Smith comes up large on the defensive end earning DPG honors. Wildman scores MVP yet again with some purty throws--cool how they keep spinning when they land in the snow. The Green lays out for a kind touchdown, but Play of the Day goes to Mr. Great White with a tumbling TD catch in the snow--the only dive or tumble of the ten he takes that he actually comes up with the disc!

Tuesday is sloppy soccer. Too much squabbling! Just play the game. Respect the rules already.... Jeez Louise.

Play of the Day: Tony Ja (aka Tony He) breaks the bejezum out of Mr. Streetclothes ankles and then dribbles TWO laps around him. Might be considered TAUNTING, and therefore a violation of the SPIRIT of the GAME, but then again, it was pretty dang funny.

Player of the Game? Lee EV. Only she can't really count since she's like varsity CAPTAIN and part of Pouliot's crew. But really, there's no one else today. Dark clouds....

Tomorrow: Satisfying the ole BASKETBALL JONES!

Wednesday Hoops Madness

Eli, aka "Chucker" wins the MVP today with some crazy insane unbelievable treys. He's runnin, he's chuckin, he's off balance, but they're Sports Center highlights. Makes you want to retire.

THE play though, comes after he's hit two miracle shots in a row. He comes down to the three point line, into traffic, picks up his dribble, travels a couple steps, dribbles again and launches--a swish!

Totally illegal, but you gotta let it count.

Unfortunate play of the game: Mr. Great White winds up to bomb a pass the length of the court, but doesn't see Wildman's face. Very unkind. Most sincerest apologies. By the end of the day, Wildman is back in action, though not 100%. Here's wishing him a speedy recovery.

Tuesday Soccer

Fierce battle; extremely close game.

The Un-Celtics win by a score of something like 8-3 led by MVP offense of the Wildman and bolstered by the smothering defense of Mr. Shoes.

Play of the game: three-way collison betwixt Dr. Dan Benoit, Mr. Shoes, and Mr. Great White. Brutality. Bruised shin, banged up finger, and a bit of the ole face in the mud.

Again, joined by the forces of Ms. Pouliot and Monsieur Hartell.

How to Huck Backhand

Ultimate Friday

Spirit of the Game needs a bit of work, fellas.

Last day of Dischin before Thanksgiving, the dudes are at the end of their ropes. Not much left in the tank. Runnin on fumes.

Lots of infighting and snippiness today. Gets to the point where Mr. Great White threatens to turn this into a weight room group. Nobody wants that.

Fun is fun; there's no place for dirty play or whining.

Come on now.

Unclear as to who the Celtics were today, but despite being undermanned, the team with Wildman and Hartell dominates the first two games.

A few great plays here and there; textbook consistency from MVP Wildman and Oldster Hartell. Billy Badness guest stars for some nice goals.

Heartbreak of the day: Mr. Great White in the end zone, taps the disc up, falls, sees the it dropping to his out-stretched hands, only to have it swatted away by, who was it, Wildman?

Brutal.

HUGENESS

Kon Disch GETS HUGE on Thursday!!!
Play of the day goes to Mr. Street Clothes, who demonstrated why slippers are called slippers--by slipping on the treadmill and getting ground up in the sharp gears.

A few RUGGED Dischers outlifted the JV Wrestling Squad, the JVB Hockey Team, and Escobar's crew. Above is an action shot of one of the fellows mid-lift. Twenty reps and it's a wrap.

Near mutiny by the OUTDOOR-MINDED crew results in consensus to play outside every day except when the basketball courts are open early. No more weight room, they demand. No more fitness center. It smells in there. Like sweat. It's loud in there. Like painful top-forty TRASH. Anyway, hugeness is for pretty boy posers. True strength and grit come from facing the enemy on the field, regardless of weather conditions. Bring on the Nor'easter, what we say!

Come hail or hurricane, we'll be outside from now on. "Just wear a hat and a jacket," says more than one Discher.

Also, thinking about MOUNTAIN BIKING. Those with bikes should bring them. Those with none should line some up for to borrow. Need helmets and probably some lights, too. Could be sweet, though, back behind the ole WAVE on the abandoned railroad tracks.

We will have to think about the hunters though--tis the season for shotgunning pretty quick here; wouldn't want one of the fellows to get mistook for a deer and shot off his ride.

Up in Vermont, they're a bit scornful of these downcountry hunters--"Massachusetts Flatlanders" they call them--and everyone's got his story of one who thinks he shot a bear only to find out it's a dairy calf.

Will proceed with caution.

Let it RAIN

Here's Shawn Kemp, aka, RAIN MAN, about to torch up the All Stars.

Looks a bit like, well, nobody on our court, that's for sure.

Brutal dogfight of a game today. Lopsided teams, but good fun all around. MVP Mr. Street Clothes shakin and bakin in the slippers--he signed a waiver before hand, honest, relieving Mr. Great White of any liability.

The Celtics finally prevail, but they do so by kicking their spiritual leader to the other team. Mr. Big Shot, Ellie Smith, nails the most gorgeous trey of the game--hightlights on tonight's Sports Center.

Shea and Pouliot fight valiantly on the losing team, but Mr. Great White goes one for about 87 from the floor, stinking it up with two airballs in a row at one point.

Scrappy play by Bacnasty, D & M Benoit, Tony He, and Mad Maxx. Sublime rebounding and passing from the Wild and Greenie. Mr. Shoes, aka Potter Hodgson, wins the quote of the night with "You can't tie THESE shoes!"

Game 1: Celtics 21-16
Game 2: Celtics 7-4

Day 3: Soccer

Kon Disch merges with Pouliot's all-girls squad for a heated match of soccer in near-freezing temperatures.

With Pouliot's team winning 7-3, Mr. Great White declares NEXT GOAL WINS! Play intensifies with excellent, well-placed shots by both sides. The moon is up. Frost is falling. The fellas think they'll miss the Thanksgiving Feast, when finally, from the corner, Mr. Street Clothes, aka Gagnon, strikes--a mighty MVP shot into the right side of the net, nearly knocking over the flimsy goal.

Though the Bad Guys know they can take home the victory (they OFFICIALLY win 7-4), the Celtics win the emotional game, and leave the field FEELING like winners.

Day 2: Ultimate

Celtics lose game one in a BLOWOUT to the '91 Dream Team.

Game 2 proves to be a much closer match. The evening is cold, crisp, and still. Dusk holds us in its grip. The frisbee seems to blend in with the blanket of night.

MVP BACON loses Mr. Great White (it was dark, ok!) and races for the end zone for a hail mary that would break the 6-6 tie and win the game for the '91ers. The disc is up, it's off one of Bacon's hands, then off the other, then hanging by fingertips before he finally pulls it in, straight to his heart, pounding with the thrill of VICTORY!

Day 1: Streetball

ICE. Plain and simple. The sweet sweet sound of a steel net in the brisk New England dusk. Any question as to the MVP? Mr. Great White raining the J's, putting back the easy rebounds, breaking out for an INSANE BLOCK on Mr. Street Clothes.

Despite MVP ICENESS by the GREAT ONE, Celtics fall in the end as Jorge Barrett abandons the team and darkness sets on the pavement.