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Discos Calientes Recap

This post will be split into 3 parts: Part 1, The State of the Jughead; Part 2, Discos the Bad Half; and Part 3, Discos the Good Half.

Part 1: The State of the Jughead

This section is both a bit about me and an awesome set of excuses about why I stunk up the fields at Chico. At first I didn’t want to make any excuses for my play, but in the past few days since the tournament I’ve realized that this time, it’s fair to make excuses because of the specific circumstances.

So, I returned from my trip to Central America last Friday night. The trip was a blast, etc. Our flight from Miami to SFO was delayed a couple hours, so we ended up missing the last BART and having to beg our housemate for a ride. We got back to the house around 2:30 AM, unpacked, and went to bed. I didn’t end up falling asleep until 4:30 AM. I woke up at 6:30 to get a ride up to Chico with Joaq and Shy (Joaq, my oatmeal bowl is still in your car and I need it back!). So there’s my first excuse: 2 hours of sleep following a day of traveling.

I also had a cold. Big deal, you might say. Well, this one is a doozy. All week long I have been blowing my nose constantly. The insides of my nostrils burn from all the wiping I have done. That’s my second excuse.

The final excuse is the most legitimate of them all. I seem to have acquired an intestinal parasite in Latin America. Want to know about it? It’s called Blastocystitis. I’ll save you the trouble: even Google doesn’t really know about it. A search brings up 570 results with not much information. But I’ll tell you what I know about it: it makes you crap your pants off. I was bad enough at the tournament, having to go all the time throughout the day. It’s been even worse this week. Every meal I eat only stays in for a few hours. Because I can’t absorb enough nutrients, I eat even more. Needless to say it’s a nasty cycle.

So that’s that. 3 excuses for my poor play in Chico. Oh, and I had Scabies too.

Part 2: Discos the Bad Half

Game 1: Last Call. I think most of the players on our team hadn’t heard of Last Call and looked past them a little bit. We came out a little bit sloppy on offense, throwing Casper hucks to no one, and our defense wasn’t generating turnovers. It was a decent game, but Last Call just out-executed us to take a 13-9 victory.

Game 2: YR. This was one of the most pathetic games I’ve participated in in recent memory. Even worse than Darkhorse v. D’oh at Potlatch. Worse than anything from this past college season. I really was in a daze during this game. I absolutely dropped an easy huck, and was playing pathetic defense. I think the 95 degree heat combined with my dehydration from the parasite and cold came to a head here, and I shouldn’t have been playing in retrospect. After slogging through one hell point midway through the game, I didn’t have anything left in the tank. I collapsed under our tent and laid on my back for the rest of the game, breathing heavily the whole time. I felt my body temperature must have been through the roof. The rest of SCUC wasn’t as bad as I was, but the whole team was extremely sloppy and YR dispatched us without much trouble, 13-7. Two personnel notes: 808 claims to have thrown 0 hucks and 0 turnovers over the course of the whole tournament. Bob, my heart breaks for you. Also, I have been impressed by Greg Marliave these two times we have played YR. I hadn’t previously noticed him play, but I like the way I have seen him play this season.

Game 3: J-Men. This was one of the strangest experiences I’ve had at an ultimate game. Still feeling week from the previous round, I mailed it in for this game, expecting a quick and easy victory. Both offenses came out really hot, throwing huge hucks to wide open receivers. I wasn’t paying close attention to the game, and neither were my teammates who were participating. It was clear that the SC boys who have seen the J-Men so many times had such little respect for them that they wouldn’t deign to try hard against them. Before anyone knew what was happening, hard cap was on. TomTom almost caught the game-winning score on a bid in the corner of the end zone, but the disc slipped off his fingertips as he cramped up. Despite the fact that the J-Men were hucking every possession, we left one of their biggest guys in the end zone. Huck, score, game. Besides being a travesty of an effort by SCUC, this game was further marred by our attempt to cheat the caps and extend the game when it was clearly over already. This game was a perfect way to close out “The Bad Half.”

Part 3: Discos the Good Half

Game 4: Monster. By the final round of day 1, the temperature had cooled somewhat. After such a long break, I was feeling good again, and somehow the boys were able to put the previous 3 games behind them and come out strong. The game was very reminiscent of good ol’ Claremont-UCLA games of the past. We came out fast, put a big hurting on Monster, and coasted to a blowout victory. 13-4, I think. It was fun for me seeing a few of my former teammates like Peaches and Biclops, but I am frankly shocked that this team chose to call itself Monster. I believe there were 3 or 4 returners from the previous season, and the team transformed from being adult studs to college players from UCLA and Irvine, most of who I didn’t recognize at all. Highlights of the game were me throwing two really nice flick hucks to Steve Scardato, who did his part in absolutely flying to pull them out of the sky. Good way to put the Bad Half behind us and move on.

Game 5: Rhino (only day 2 game). This game was pretty awesome. Our game plan did a great job of getting them out of their comfort zone. Our offense, led by Yeager at his best, came out really hot. Incredibly, by the time the score was 5-5, there hadn’t been a single turnover by either team. We took half up one break, 7-5, as Dom Captain of Slocore fought his way upline for the score. We maintained our lead for a few coming out of half, but then Rhino came creeping back. Come the endgame, there was a score dispute. Unlike the J-Men game, this time we were right, but somehow we went with Rhino’s claimed score. So it was universe point, and we were on D. Unfortunately (in my eyes), we had been going with a very open rotation the whole last quarter of the game, which might have contributed to Rhino’s comeback. We took the line with the score at 13-13, game hard to 15, with an open line. Before the pull, both teams agreed that the score was actually 14-14 (incorrectly). When I realized that this was universe point, I asked Yeager if we could put a true universe line on, but he declined. So in the end Rhino beat us by one. More important than whether we won or lost, though, was reminding ourselves that we are members of the second tier of NW teams, behind the Sockeye’s and JAM’s, together with Rhino and YR. When we aren’t playing like assholes (v. YR at this tournament), we are a damn good team (YR scrimmage, game v. Rhino). I am very confident about our chances of doing well in the series. Assuming we ever get an official date for sectionals.

Now that I have gotten this recap out of the way, I can finally get back to my routine of watching TV, eating, and pooping.