All DoG, all the time
Well, not quite. But back in December, Jim, Jeff Brown and I decided to have an impromptu DoG gathering at a suburban bar in Framingham (much to the amusement of the younger current members of the team). Old guys and new guys were invited, and we ended up getting about 6 or 7 people out during the course of the evening. I believe the other DoGgers that made it out were Paul Greff, Ted Munter, Bim Johnston, and I think another name in there somewhere.
Other than reviewing the Ultimate History Book, of which I had brought a few copies of (on my way back from the NYC signing event, which I discuss here). At the time, it was resolved that we should have an All DoG party for all current and past members of DoG. Paul graciously volunteered to host at his new bachelor loft in the financial district.
So, the time is nigh. The party will be happening this Saturday night. Out of town guests will include Justin SafDie and Ron Jambalanza from San Fran, Zaz from Chi-town, Brian Jameros from Seattle(!) and hopefully other surprise visitors. I'm not keeping the rsvp list, but it promises to be a scorcher. Just to share some emails from today
1) who can bring a cooler?
2) who can bring a case of beer?
3) who can make sure things don’t devolve into watching so much scratchy video of jeremy carrying water in ‘95 that the current roster moves to rename the team “boss snapple?”
4) who can explain why paul’s entry code is 11 and not 22?
So of course my immediate response to #4 was because perhaps Paul is half the man he used to be since he stopped playing among other such gems?
And from a young guy
"wait, al, i'm confused. does the mbta have a "no coolers" rule? why?
to discourage urban picnicking?
people aren't really planning on watching frisbee videos, are they?
seriously? ultimate frisbee? like, with dogs? can't you just make
copies and watch at home, late at night, sitting rapt in dark corners,
nursing cheap beers, faces alive with the television's glow, the
memories? i don't quite get it: greff's hosting a party, risking the
wrath of his condo association, just to watch some betamax tape of
people playing a game that is quite possibly the greatest mistake in
human athletic history? sounds like a bitchin' party! "woah, turn
the volume down on this one, fellas--the crowd gets pretty loud."
right. wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors.
i'm taking the t, so i'll bring a case of beer, a bottle of whiskey,
and my new boss snapple jersey. and if any of you breaks tom's
collarbone, i'm coming after you."
And, of course, Jim's genius response to this
"You'll have to trust me on this one, but it's really cool to watch
yourself win a national championship. It's not so cool to watch a
video and say, "eh, we can stop watching any time now."
Yes, the young guy was one of the ones without a title.
Naturally, after favorable weather predictions from early week, we are now slated to get a Noreaster during the exact times of the party. So, Paul better get ready to set up hotel Greff, or have a bouncer to clear us all out once the party is over, because there won't be a taxi to be found in all of downtown, and the T will be closed. Naturally there will be a blog entry next week to discuss the outcome. Let the games begin.
Other than reviewing the Ultimate History Book, of which I had brought a few copies of (on my way back from the NYC signing event, which I discuss here). At the time, it was resolved that we should have an All DoG party for all current and past members of DoG. Paul graciously volunteered to host at his new bachelor loft in the financial district.
So, the time is nigh. The party will be happening this Saturday night. Out of town guests will include Justin SafDie and Ron Jambalanza from San Fran, Zaz from Chi-town, Brian Jameros from Seattle(!) and hopefully other surprise visitors. I'm not keeping the rsvp list, but it promises to be a scorcher. Just to share some emails from today
1) who can bring a cooler?
2) who can bring a case of beer?
3) who can make sure things don’t devolve into watching so much scratchy video of jeremy carrying water in ‘95 that the current roster moves to rename the team “boss snapple?”
4) who can explain why paul’s entry code is 11 and not 22?
So of course my immediate response to #4 was because perhaps Paul is half the man he used to be since he stopped playing among other such gems?
And from a young guy
"wait, al, i'm confused. does the mbta have a "no coolers" rule? why?
to discourage urban picnicking?
people aren't really planning on watching frisbee videos, are they?
seriously? ultimate frisbee? like, with dogs? can't you just make
copies and watch at home, late at night, sitting rapt in dark corners,
nursing cheap beers, faces alive with the television's glow, the
memories? i don't quite get it: greff's hosting a party, risking the
wrath of his condo association, just to watch some betamax tape of
people playing a game that is quite possibly the greatest mistake in
human athletic history? sounds like a bitchin' party! "woah, turn
the volume down on this one, fellas--the crowd gets pretty loud."
right. wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors.
i'm taking the t, so i'll bring a case of beer, a bottle of whiskey,
and my new boss snapple jersey. and if any of you breaks tom's
collarbone, i'm coming after you."
And, of course, Jim's genius response to this
"You'll have to trust me on this one, but it's really cool to watch
yourself win a national championship. It's not so cool to watch a
video and say, "eh, we can stop watching any time now."
Yes, the young guy was one of the ones without a title.
Naturally, after favorable weather predictions from early week, we are now slated to get a Noreaster during the exact times of the party. So, Paul better get ready to set up hotel Greff, or have a bouncer to clear us all out once the party is over, because there won't be a taxi to be found in all of downtown, and the T will be closed. Naturally there will be a blog entry next week to discuss the outcome. Let the games begin.
posted by Alex de Frondeville at 3:53 PM
6 Comments:
Don't forget to take embarrassing pictures (and post them).
Here's my plan:
I bring over the two dozen replica DoG jerz's i bought from Gaia as well as a half-dozen sharpies.
See where I'm going here?
Monday morning I hit ebay and make dozens of dollars and retire to sunny East Providence to live out the rest of my days reclining upon a mountainous pile of nickels.
Just give me the green light Al...i need this.
-scribs
ps- 90% of Twisted Metal's metro Boston contingent was in Las Vegas this past weekend, otherwise we certainly had representation at Doyle's.
Without question I will be posting pictures to blog/website next week.
Luke, could you somehow make fun of this while making some sort of reference to the time The Count passed out on our couch at natties? Thanks...
Pat
I'm sure he can. Let me add again how thankful I am to you guys that you took mercy on me. Or I guess I should be more thankful to Luke that he protected me (so he says).
al, pat, trade verbal jabs w/ seigs? fun. bash on a drinking bud? nope, even though the opp. rises, i'm taking the high moral ground.
mabybe only b/c i feel some karmic debt guided me that eve.
to all: the biggest change in the game: digital photography. every player now has some lame photo of them catching, or not catching or something. my 2 upa newsletter shots, BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS of me doing something. while it's no 'kenny kicking ass in the finals he won', well, i'll take it over the false sense that some fuzzy digital picture of me at southern college regionals makes me the man.
ps: pat: got a fall of whore team in you?
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