Thursday, February 19, 2009

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Ironic that someone* was complaining about having to do all the work organizing football and yet someone else* got chastized for not writing even though the last post was by that someone else*.

12 players, a near record.

me, Cory**, Blair, Jeff, Bob, Ryan
vs
Mark, Doug, Dusty, Pete, Mike, Tyler**

Billy showed up at the Hilltop Pub.


But footballwise - because Honest Mur's is closed, Devaney's was too expensive, and some people were scared of their shadows at Bonnie's, we played at McNally High School. Not too good for a couple of reasons:
- field set up crosswise inside the track to avoid snow-blindness
- the field hadn't yet been trampled.

Firstly, the curbs/kerbs around the track were an issue. Secondly, there was a foot of powder with an inch of ice on top due to the warm spell. I would complain and attach a pic of my literally bleeding shin, but I remember the abuse that Michael took from Dusty when he showed photos of bruising caused*** by me. Also, it's partly my fault for being in the endzone so much, where the worst ice was. If we play there again, we'll likely use one of the smaller fields or I'll try to turn it down a notch.

Twelve people is almost getting to be too many though, as I/we mostly only got one rotation at QB****. Mitigating circumstances were that the play was slowed down by the crappy snow and delay in setting up the pilons.

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* Note the effeminate colour vs the masculine colour.
** Paul and Mike's nephews.
*** Later turned out to be regular-use bruising.
**** You have ask? Scored.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Anniversary

Perusing the blog, barren wasteland this it is, I just noticed that the last post not by me was from Paul, over a year ago (January 29, 2008).

The only reason I set up this blog was because Paul wanted some way to be able to post stories from Sunday Football.  I even set it up so there was an easy "email your post" way to do it (since he's a big baby whining about yet another log-in to remember).  Despite all this, Paul produces next to nothing in content for this blog.

Just an observation.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Newmenclature

Bill added a new term to the Sunday Football lexicon that I can see I using in the future:
butterfly spiral

I think we can all picture what that looks like.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

4/20 I must be high

I must be high, I can't believe we got this much snow a week after it was 24 C and we didn't have enough people to play football. At least I got to play in a blizzard this time, as I missed the freezing cold one before.

And it was a good thing Pete and I got our winter tires switched out on Thursday.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Lessons learned

1) Don't trust your (Doug's) math on football attendance
b) if you have a question about football, send it to the "regulars" list, don't just ask Paul (or Mike). This is an anarcho-syndicalist commune, no-one's in charge.
iii) This one's for everyone, not just Doug: if I'm loafing in to the end zone that slowly and you don't chase me, you deserve to get trash talked by Blake. *cough* Ryan *cough*

Monday, February 18, 2008

1 hand to victory

Who says you need to catch the ball with 2 hands? Ok, we do, all the time, but it turns out it's not always true.

For my team (Mike, Pete, Blair, Bill [until he hurt his knee and had to leave]) at least, the day started and ended in spectacular, one-handed-catch touchdown fashion. I started things on a blitz dump/screen, snagging it one handed as Paul made a play for the ball, missed and failed to tag, allowing me the 15-ish yard trot into the end-zone.

Our last touchdown involved Pete. Not quite the roll he had going a couple weeks back being involved in the last TD of the game for a few weeks (this one was 1st of "last 2"), but it was a good finish for our side. Scrambling after the play didn't develop as I'd hoped, Pete doubled back on Paul in the back of the end zone and I looped one up where hopefully only he could reach it. As it turned out it was true, he could barely reach it and Paul couldn't. However, he had a little trouble getting one arm free from the seaweed (Paul), but that lead to a really nice, one-handed, falling-in-the-snow catch.

Some other stuff happened in the middle, and I may have let Mark go for the final TD, but those were the important TDs of the game.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

C-c-c-c-c-c-not warm

[Doug, Dusty, me] vs [Bill, Mark, Pete] with Bob floating, as I recall.

If we'd played at 6am, it would've been -9C. According to EnvCan, 1:00pm started at -22C and windy, then got colder. I had 6 torso layers and was still a tad chilly when I stopped running (long-sleeved undershirt, 2 long-sleeved shirts, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and a jersey). Also, exposed hands weren't happy hands. Crap, I just now remembered my emergency sweater that I keep in the Jeep for just such an occasion - how annoying.

Still, the play wasn't as bad as a bunch of uber-bundled crackers on a windy field with drifting snow would have you believe. Pete dived and caught a tipped ball (by me), but I believe that his 2008 string of being involved on the last TD is no more. That is, unless his was the blown coverage. I don't know, it was too cold.

We tried to pee on snow effigies to those not there, but the temperature made it more like yellow ice crystals hitting concrete. Kind of like how that coloured stucco thing works.