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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.