Team Saucony isn’t your typical sports team. It’s a league of true Originals. It’s a place to come together and play the sort of sports that don’t require cleats, pads or helmets. It’s less about the goals you score, and more about the hang.
This summer we’re sponsoring local offices to compete in obscure sports that don’t require too much lateral movement. Think 4-Square, kickball, shuffleboard. We’ll hook each team up with plenty of Saucony gear and document their triumphs and tribulations on our website. [read more]
Who in the what now? Team Shark Attacks fell to the undefeated Total F*cking Nightmare Storm during the Kubb matchup. We had no idea was Kubb was. All we knew was that it looked like an item that you could buy in Ikea next to the frozen Swedish meatballs.
Turns out it was less annoying than Bocce Ball and more fun than Cornhole. If Kubb is truly a Viking game, then I should of prepped by playing a good ‘ol fashioned round of Crossbows and Catapults.
Team Shark Attacks unsure of the murky water ahead
Rannell throws a mean wood.
Can you handle the flash AND the pressure, mr. photographer? CAN YOU?!?!?!?
Clayton makes a big play. Lizelle is the only one somewhat interested.
If I’ve learned anything from Lost, it is to throw together or die alone.
Oh, no no no, you guys were great. I’m talking about the weather. It got dark, drizzled a little, then turned, well, gray. Like a color film that all of a sudden became black and white. It hurt my eyes just trying to keep my eye on the ball. And it hurt when the rain drops hit me in the eye(s).
But even though there was a definite lack of heart this week at the game itself (and again, by heart I mean drinking), you never ceased to impress me. Eva with her attempted catching; Amy with her actual catching; Dugan with his crafty pitching; Scott with his pants-on-fire base-running and accusations of cheating. It was a cacophony of beautiful yelling and ball tossing - much like my nights in college - and I couldn’t get enough.
Yes, our opponents made some questionable calls, but don’t let them make you question yourselves. Be stronger than their juvenile taunts, blind-sided base umpiring and run adding/subtracting whims. Though I only remember scoring twice, so that third run, tallied by our unwavering Saucony judge, must have been a pity point.
More importantly, I’d like to talk about the real victory at California Clipper afterwards. My heart swelled with pride when I saw that four members of our team stayed until the bitter end, while only one UR Chicago player did. You can’t cheat in that game. Because then you end up sober. And sobriety, as we all know, is for losers.
That’s dedication. And it’s the kind of dedication that will result in our very first win when we play capture the flag in a couple weeks. W00t, my friends.
“What do you want to say to UR Chicago, our opponent this week?
UR going to lose. Snap!”
- Carly Mulliken, Time Out Chicago
I only have one response to that.
The UR Chicago Shark Attacks defeated Time Out Chicago’s the Biting Wit 6 to 2. Even though we are not sure were that 2nd run came from. We think it came from the confusion of whether or not it was going to storm and the constant fear of being struck by lightning. Let’s recap.
Clayton took center stage, filling in for Matt as our pitcher. He’s so famous.
Brian gives me his game face for his whiffleball debut. Although he dropped a couple of easy ones, we still love him. He made up for it after he brought his dog Billie into the office.
Sports!
On that note, if you are going to stand in the way of 2nd base, you better be prepared to get run over. Oh snap!
As our whiffleball games come to a close we reflect on this past week in Chicago with an early reminiscent sparkle in our eye.
Congratulations to game winners this week- MyOpenBar, Threadless & UR Chicago.
Here are a couple links to the games to tide you over until everyone gets their posts up. Monday’s games and Tuesday’s game!
We will be announcing the next game tomorrow and we really hope you’ll capture the spirit of it!
Team Saucony isn’t your typical sports team. It’s a league of true Originals. It’s a place to come together and play the sort of sports that don’t require cleats, pads or helmets. It’s less about the goals you score, and more about the hang.
Alright, team. Take a knee.
As our whiffleball games come to a close we reflect on this past week in Chicago with an early reminiscent sparkle in our eye.
