Game Recap (04/11)

Hands!

I want to congratulate everyone, again, for a great game but - more than that - for getting through it without drowning. There were moments last night when I wasn't sure whether we were at a soccer game or a swim meet, and I kept checking to see whether Nate was wearing a speedo or not as a way to keep myself oriented (he wasn't, as far as I could tell).  And hey, welcome back, Nate!

We fought the good fight, against the rain and the Mighty Narwhals.  A scoreless first half (both Scott and Marion shutting down the respective offenses) ended with the heavens opening and someone, identity still unknown, began taking a giant piss from up there somewhere.  That someone should refrain from drinking heavily while watching the game, that's all I have to say. I'm not sure if it was the rain, Ian's devil-eye, or the fact that I'm 5'6", but the Narwhals got one in over my head, shortly after the second half began.  WHERE WERE YOU ALEX?  We returned the favor, shortly thereafter, with Keaton again doing the honors by scoring. Someone closer to the action should put in the comments about how that went down.We ended the game, soggy, technically at 1-2 since lady goals count for 2 points.  In a parallel universe where sexism has been eliminated, we tied 1-1.

They shave them off before
each game (they grow back
quickly)

There has been some speculation that the Narwhals won by depending on their skills as water creatures. I didn't see anyone wielding a tusk so I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt and say the game was fairly won.  We WILL be reviewing game footage, however.

Despite last week's fiasco whereby my Photoshop time-shifting specialists failed to capture the horrible nature of Ian's near recovery, I felt I should give them another chance to show us what the Narwhals look like when in their natural state (see photo).

Lastly, I should report that the excitement didn't end at the field, apparently.  As Nancy and the ladies of the team were getting ready to leave the parking lot they could have sworn they saw two familiar-looking, shirtless, glow-in-the-dark white guys driving by in their car with the heat blasting on full. They called the police.