Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A Strong Offence

Mark and I lucked into a pretty awesome frisbee team this year - we've got a great mix of experience and personalities on our team. I've played two games with them so far and both of them were a lot of fun - not like the crazy hardcore team we started the season with ("You have to run HARDER!" - ok, I guess that may sound reasonable, but not in the context in which it was used). I feel like I'll probably get a lot better over the season, develop skillz and such.

One thing I am 100% sure of: no game will ever top yesterday's. We played down at Marilyn Bell Park, where the edge of the field is no more than 5 metres from the lake (and yes, this resulted in the frisbee going swimming, courtesy of Mark). It was soooo pretty. There was a light sunshower at the start of the game, so we even got a rainbow (looking like it started at the CN Tower and arcing over to mid-lake). For added fun, I convinced Melissa to come be a sub for our team, so she got to show off her super awesomeness during her first game ever! Look what else she is awesome at:



The game itself was good - we were playing a really young (=fast & stamina) team, so we were doing pretty badly during the first half. After a mildly depressing halftime, we started coming together really well and came back from 8-1 to ending the game at 16-11. Not too shabby. Ok but what's so great about that Well, during the last point, we had two (well, FOUR) bonus players. I have no pictures to prove it but please believe me - two mounted police AND THEIR HORSES joined the game. The one in the darker uniform with the darker horse joined our team (black jerseys) and the other team bot the other pair. It was incredible, they were right into it, passing and chasing the game down the field. At one point, a girl on the other team got the disc and our horseman covered her by racing around her in the tightest loop I've ever seen a horse make. This went on for about 5-10 minutes, and then they left us to finish the game. We lost, but hey (hay?), who really cared?