Week 7: Unslick

Difficulties strengthen the mind, as well as labor does the body.
-- Seneca

In other words...A mustard sandwich? Yeah, it's OK, but we could do better.

At minutes past noon on May day, the opponent had lean numbers as Sludge began to overflow with men. Team captains assured the numbers imbalance was manageable, not catastrophic. Game authorities were content to let the normally named team transform into harshmellohs with extra fellows while keeping an eye on a game start.

But down 0-2, there was instant criticism of a slow response by the Sludge men, especially in the cutting department. Christy and Rachel were savage and played every single point super-awesomely awesome.

A pivot point came @ 4-7. That’s when brown learned the value of valuing the disc and poured it on to tie it @ 7’s.

Down 1 at half, CHarlie set in motion a larger mobilization, pledging to deploy “every single available resource” to the field and ordering a less-suckage mandate in the next half. Yet, any moMENtum was offset by the lingering Congo line to Suckiness.

There were calls to consider drilling - offshore, inland, in sky, below ground, wherever - for the basics of running, catching, throwing. 9-10. There remained were no answers for the cleanup. Throws were ragged; catches were just out of reach or simply messily dropped.

At 11-12, the “ample time” to protect brown’s coasting behind the lead were newly alarming. Thoughts of a point overflow naturally began to be assessed.

Sludge then realized their bleak was worse larger than they had been led to believe, and after 26 game points of reassuring words gave way to a 2-minute drill mayday response. Win 15-13.


Thank you to our post-game watering hole @ El Nopalito Grill where we ably threw & caught -- throwing down some maragaritas and catching a buzzzz.