Here you go Mike. UCD 2.0 report.
I was told that the whole thing kicked off at 10am so there I was hurrying in at 10:05 worrying that I might have missed some of the first match only to be greeted by a deafening silence. Apparently they had told ye unpunctual feckers to be there an hour early because they knew ye'd be an hour late. Luckily Captain Mike, leading by example, was in the same boat as me so we tossed each other off for a while as ye plebs wandered in at whatever time suited ye.
Turned out our first match wasn't till 12:15 or something so we kicked back and watched UCD 1 get beaten off with the ugly stick, surely we could only do better? And we did as we beat some mixed team comfortably...by 1 point. Next up was Trinity 2. Ooo I could feel the tension rising. Mike vs Red Shorts (yeah, chalk it down if I wasn't totally in love with Nicola, the twin from UCC, but more on her later). I'd never been beaten by a Trinity team but all good things must come to an end (except my love for Nicola, the twin from UCC, but more on her later). We had lost, in my opinion, our best player as Emer went off to do some brother/sister variety show where she and Liam won a romantic getaway , presumably to some place where their love isn't frowned upon...Kerry, maybe.
Without Emer, things went from bad to worse as we lost to a quality WIT team but all was not lost there was still the crossover to play for. Forget your crappy plate, we wanted a chance to get beaten by the big boys! Finishing 3rd we were playing Trinity 1 in the crossover. I believe it was Jesus who once said, “Go forth and let meee-eeee entertain you”, and, boy, did we listen to the Big Man, up there in the North Pole.
Both teams were well up for it and Trinity quickly used their voodoo magic to go one ahead, the rascals! We pulled two back (probably from Oisin or Tim, who could have caught STD's if they wanted to, they were that good) but Trinity distracted us with their posh campus and went 2 ahead. At 4-2 the next point would be vital. In that epic point there were so many turnovers, it was worse than my epileptic cousin watching Pokémon. But the moment of the match, if not our whole tournament had to come from our Captain Fantastic. One hammer from some Trinity fella, the perfect counter-attack, went up over Mike's head, but that didn't bother him. I'm sure I heard him muttering orange obscenities as he flew past me. Oh the joy on this girl's face! She had caught, what was surely the winning disk in the endzone! BAM! TITS OR GTFO! The crowd goes wild as Mike shows Red Shorts what she's missing out on as he DENIES that girl what probably was a valid point, ah well:)
With that moment of pure genius to spur us on, we pull 2 back. 4-4. Maybe a minute and a half left. This looks destined to go to extra time and penalties but Trinity are pressing...fumble! Justin Timberlake grabs the disk and passes it out to Finn. The Offaly man is barely touched by a guy half his size and shouts, in a slightly feminine voice, “Oi, he pushed me!”. The lovely, naive fella gives him space as Finn let's fly a cheeky smile and an easy assist for yours truly to score the winning point, slam down the disk, take off my bib and jog off. Job. Done.
With the crossover won it was decided we would get a bit shitfaced in celebration. I think it is fair to say most of us duly complied, and a mad laugh was had by all! My memory is a little hazy of the night but one thing I'll never forget is meeting the love of my life. Oh Nicola. We must have talked for all of 30 seconds but I didn't need long to know that this was the girl for me...or her twin...I'm not fussy. I'm in the middle of writing a thank-you letter to The Purty Kitchen for giving me a platform to meet my future wife! Still quite drunk (love drunk?) leaving the club I went for my usual munch in the lovely Centra on Dame Street and messily robbed a fair bit of food for which I feel fairly lousy for cos I really like that place (€2 breakfast/chicken rolls!).
The hangover was really kicking in when we played WIT again and were deservedly beaten by the team who eventually came 4th. Think it was DCU next in a thoroughly boring match, the gap between points was so long that Emer only got to play for the last minute or so. Fair play to them though they seemed like nice lads afterwards and we had a way better laugh doing that swordfighting call than we did playing that match (one of their girls got REALLY into it, as did Tim, quite funny!) Our last match was against UCC. Nicola wasn't playing but we saw her (well I watched her from a distance) play in the previous match...wow. Our children are gonna rock at frisbee! Her twin, however, was playing and I must admit I didn't really have my head in the game, as I was constantly distracted by her lookalike. Our wise captain noticed this and decided to do what was best for the team and continued his tradition of taking out a girl in every tournament, and this time his target was Nicola's Twin (I believe that's her real name) and BAM! TITS OR GTFO! At least he gave UCC possession after he took their captain out from point blank range with a frisbee to the lip! What a nice guy! We lost by one point but I don't think anyone really cared/noticed as we were fairly wrecked after a great tournament.
To keep things short, other highlights included : that stretching man, learning Phoebe's second name, Annmarie getting jocked, did Aoife lose a game of kings? I'd need that much drink get the usual off Karl too, sexy casjh, that girl in blue shorts (hello), Annmarie and Ciarán, Donnacha's constant smile, Christine's (quality) mixed team, the usual racial slurs, pixelated penises, Mike's can glove love, JT raping some UCC girl from the endzone to the halfway line and i'm sure much much more that I've forgotten due to my worrying drinking problem.
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Cheers Cian and co. for a great weekend. And in case Nicola sees this then I'm only messing...our kids don't have to play frisbee.
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