We hesitate to use words like “dominate,” “slaughter,” and phrases like “wiped the floor with them,” but that’s what we’ve done the past two games on our inevitable domination of the tournament. Kind of like Julius Caesar’s ending the Republic, or the barbarians’ takeover of Rome, if you will. (See. You just learned something.)
First up, there was Whiffleball against the hapless WXRT:
How can you compete against a 5′0 superstar like Garin?
Josh, Adam, Joey and Garin watch in awe…
…as Alan hits it out of the field:
Then Max scores a home run:
And gets a genuine man-hug from Joey in celebration. Look closely; this is not often documented on camera:
But the real success of the night was at the California Clipper:
[L->R: Theresa, Josh, Max, Hollis, Adam, Joey, Garin, Alan, Matt]
We managed to — quelle suprise! — out-drink everyone else. What a way to start a work week.
[View all the photos here.]
Next, we maimed UR Chicago during Capture The Flag. Literally.
Hollis runs at the speed of light:
Theresa attempts to get someone out by kicking them (unsuccessfully):
But no matter. Not only did we win, we discovered the open bar tab covers everything — including shots for [clockwise from left] Hollis, Adam, Garin, Theresa, Joey, Brian and Max:
And that sometimes, wonderful people even get us pizza to go with our drinks:
[View all the photos here.]
Not only did we blow through our own allotment of money for the open bar, we also used up the rest of UR Chicago’s tab. What – they’re not professional drinkers?
So we continue the push to defeat all the other teams and secure ultimate victory (and an open bar) for ourselves. In the meantime, if you’re reading this in Miami, NYC, Los Angeles, Honolulu, or San Francisco, go treat yourself to a free drink tonight. It’s on us.
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.
