Rugburn

Last night was our first really late game. Upon walking in, the proprietor informed us that we would definitely win, as this was the only other team that had not won a game all season. Finally, a team in this league that was not composed entirely of ringers (I'm looking at YOU, Medical Lake Varsity Team!). We actually had a shot, and to ensure this, we brought in a couple experts of our own, specifically Pablo and Auriol (sp?), who were friends of Jeff and Amen. The two of them were definitely a cut above most of the rest of us, with the possible exception of Collin. However, the other guys had a secret weapon of their own, in the form of a Jamaican soccer prodigy who was far faster and far more agile than any of us. Well, this guy basically turned the tide for them, so it went from a close game to one that became a bit on the one-sided end of the spectrum. In the process, I took a tumble, and got myself a nasty rug burn on my knee (hence the title of this post). Long story short, we are officially the once and future lovable losers, misfits until the end. It must be noted however, that we scored more goals in this one game than in all of our other games combined. Huzzah!

You know who else wanted the Cougs to win? Hitler.

Yesterday afternoon, the company decided to take a party bus down to Pullman to watch Gonzaga play WSU at basketball. We started off in our main conference room drinking beer and eating pizza. After a few beers in the conference room, we got on the bus and had a few more beers, plus a strong rum and coke for good measure. At this point, Uber-Scott was getting warmed up with several shots of fireball. More on that later. As the bus rolled on down through the Palouse (may it cease to exist!), we stopped at a bar to use the restrooms, and also, conveniently enough, drink some more. So we did. We got into the arena just before tip-off, found our seats, and commenced watching the game. I ended up sitting with Uber-Scott, the Arch-Cougar Tim, Mike, Eric, Chris, and Mel. Throughout the game, Uber-Scott passed around the flask of Maker's Mark. As Eric, Mike, Chris, Uber-Scott, and I formed a sort of impromptu Zag-booster section, the Arch-Cougar sitting next to me would generally make funny comments making fun of us. Throughout all of this, a man bearing a striking resemblance to Wilford Brimley sitting across the aisle and two rows down was seething with rage that we would come into his house, and have the gall to cheer for the opposing team. Near the end of the game, when a Wazzu player fouled out, and the five of us started cheering, he finally turned around, and angrily exclaimed that we were "mean, and worse than USC!" Never mind that right at that instant, the host of WSU fans started chanting "Bullshit" at the refs. Uber-Scott, bless his drunken heart, went up to the guy and said flat out that it was nothing personal, but rather just us doing our thing. At this point, Wilford Brimley was quite irate. In the end, the Zags Coug'd it and snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, but our saga had not yet finished. Uber-Scott, as may be surmised from above, was at this point incredibly drunk, and got lost trying to find the bus. As Mike and I got out of the stadium, we found a confused and incredibly inebriated Uber-Scott wandering around. Immediately seizing on the familiar faces, he ran up to us, elated that he found someone who could actually help him. "Guys, I am soooo glad to see you! I can't find the bus, and that guy tried to pee on me! He tried to pee on me!" By "that guy," he of course meant Wilford Brimley. Granted, all we have to go on regarding this matter is his inebriated word. Whether this particular aspect of the story was true or not is debatable, but the fact remains that I would like to believe that an angry Wilford Brimley actually did chase an incredibly drunken Uber-Scott around the parking lot trying to urinate on him, because the image is so incredibly hilarious to imagine. The Arch-Cougar Tim was insufferable all the way back to Spokane, which is really no surprise, but I was able to put on some music and just spend the long ride home sobering up for my subsequent drive back from the office to my appartment. Now, you might be asking me, "Will, why do you care if Gonzaga wins the game? You grew up in Seattle, and went to college at Whitworth. Why should you give a rat's ass about them?" Well, there are a few other things that need to be said: First of all, I have never been a fan of the cougars, with a maximum opinion of them of "ambivalent." Second, I work for a company run primarily by ex-Zags. Third, I have worked on Gonzaga's web-site, meaning that they help pay my bills. Thus, rationally speaking, why wouldn't I choose the Zags over a team that I really don't care for? In short, I am very tired today.

In the Frozen North

Well, it's been a fun weekend. Friday night, I ended up watching Fist of Legend (again, but that's an awesome movie, with Jet Li at his best) with Sean and Tom. Saturday, I hung around playing WoW and leveling my 'lock. Sunday, after a marathon session in a dungeon, I felt the need to watch Conan the Barbarian, so I did. It was soooo worth it. Then Justin and I hung out for a bit, and all was right with the world. Tomorrow, I will be rolling down to Pullman with the crew from work for the GU/WSU basketball game (and lots of drinking, of course), so that should be fun. We have a late-night game of soccer on Wednesday, and Ipps and I will attempt to get together to watch Breakin' (his act of wanton birthday revenge for my gift to him last year of Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo) before-hand. I will survive these horrors, though, because it's what I do. His weapons have no effect on me!