Wildwood, Day 2

Rule #1 of Scooby Doom Ultimate: The more time you spend with Nic on Saturday night, the worse you will feel about yourself on Sunday morning.

Glassy eyed and cotton mouthed, we stumbled back to the beach Sunday morning to get ready for Scooby Doom's quarter final match-up. Our hangover-induced ineptitude and 'that athletic guy who ran a lot and scored 2-pointers' kept the game close, but we managed to eek out a victory at DGP and earn a spot in the competitive 3-1 semi-finals. Off to the Melon's 2-2 quarter final we went where I spent most of the game on the sideline trying to get sand out of my eye. Dammit Jude! I said 'NO HAMMERS!!' As I recall, the game wasn't all that close. Semis there too!

WTF? Scooby Doom is in a semi-final? Let's face it, now we're playing with house money. That other team apparently 'slept' Saturday night and game out strong going up 4 or 5 early on. We eventually tied things up and even took the lead at some point, but at the cap horn, they were up 1. On the final point, I missed a wide open Raph in the endzone and they worked it up to score. Oh well, it was a nice run. Quick goodbyes to the Syracuse folks and back across the beach for the 2-2 semi.

Our late arrival prompted accusations of ringer-recruitment, but Beth quickly set the record straight. After that, Becca Tucker and Kim Tischler kept our NY opponents in the game, but the Melons were able to slowly build a lead before 'The Nothing' showed up and forced beach evac. With the day growing long in the teeth and the skies promising retribution for Saturday night's sins (and Jess needing to get back to Rochester some time before Fall), we said our goodbyes and, as nicely as possible, abandoned our teammates to begin our trek north.

From what I heard, the tournament triumphantly returned to the beach in time for the Melons to win the semis, lose the first game of the finals and start the second before 'The Nothing' realized what was going on, made a great big u-turn, and game back to make them ALLLLLLLL dead. Being in the hole already, the Melons conceded the win, handed over the giant metal lightning rod... err, I mean... trophy and ran for the cars as fast as their sandy feet could carry them.

Workout:

3.5 x 50 minute games of beach ultimate