It is us against the sun. We can win by starting earlier. Plus, the sun gets a “Bozo” for wearing yellow.
Last week, we nearly had a “Bozo” situation. Historically, we’ve only lost discs due to errant throws that plunge into what has grown up to be Pricker Heaven. This happens with a groan of the crowd and humility to the thrower. Last week, a normal line drive pass zooming into the endzone was decisively deflected by Kit. Without slowing it down, Kit added a vertical vector which projected the disc up and, “oh no”, into the bush. A hoard of disc lovers descended to rescue the 30 yr. commemorative limited edition disc. Eric was shaking the bushes like King Kong. JJ was tunnelling through like a rabbit. Bob was clamoring for a flashlight and answered his own question, “Who has a flashlight; I have one in my car.” All this and no disc was found! The rest of us decided to finish the game-to-5. Success there. I think it was a 5-4 match. Still, the rescue team had not found the victom. With the game decided, I moseyed over to the disaster scene. Without stepping 1 foot into the bush, I reached in at eye-level with 1 hand and retrieved the healthy disc. Yay for me!
Thus, we defer the rhetorical question: Would Kit have deserved a “Bozo” for losing a disc due to a block?
See you Tuesday Oct 1st at the Tewksbury field at 5:30 (or earlier).