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Saturday: After much confusion due to bid- and weather-related issues, it was confirmed that we were actually going to Delaware and would thus have a chance to dominate. We met once again in the lovely Terrace F. Club, where there was once again somebody passed out on a couch, and the remains of the sandwiches that were served at dinner the night before were still lying around the kitchen. Delicious. Nitin and Chris P(Y)arnell were early-morning casualties of the feared Oversleeping Rookie virus, so we left with 17 players. The weather was cool, wet, and windy. Which is to say, pretty sucky. Game 1 v. Syracuse: W 8-6 This game (as well as most of the rest of the day) can be summed up in one word: sloppy. The first point set the tone, with A LOT of turnovers on both sides caused for the most part by wind and wetness. We hadn't seen these kinds of conditions all season, so it took a while to adjust to the fact that throwing and catching is harder in the wind. We were helped considerably by the fact that Syracuse had no idea what to do with the conditions either, and nicely turned it over for us about 200 times. They clearly have not recovered from losing Carmelo to the NBA. We never hit half-time because the cap went on during the point where we scored our 7th. We won on an up-line put from Petums to Bergman that the wind made more exciting than it should have been. Game 2 v. Penn St: L 3-13 Yikes. Penn St was not nearly as bothered by the wind and rain as we were, and their fairly large stable of excellent handlers broke us early upwind. We, on the other hand, continued to have trouble throwing and catching, and Penn St proceeded to take advantage. Our D was also uninspired, and after falling behind at half 2-7 let them run all over us upwind and down in the second half. I think it's safe to say that no one played well this game, and while Penn St is a very good team (they ended up losing in the finals) we definitely could have done a better job on both sides of the disc. Blech. Game 3 v. Drexel: W 10-8 This game started as a continuation of the last game, which was bad news bears as Drexel took the first 3 points. We recovered a bit and traded to 3-5. I have no idea who took half, but clearly we did better after that point and started taking better care of the disc and taking advantage of their mistakes. Ding Bang had a sweet foot block on one of their handlers. James let off some of the anger that he keeps pent up for months at a time and called an emphatic BULLSHIT! after his D was negated by a foul call. Isaiah and Jason had a couple of sweet layout catches, and Bergman skied the shit out of some people, which was something of a theme for the weekend. A sloppy win, but we made the plays we needed to and took the game. Game 4 v. Delaware: L 6-10 Coming into our last game of the day, we adopted the attitude of 'let's have fun and school some bitches,' which we did pretty well. Delaware had just come off of a universe-point win over Penn St, and looked a bit slow out of the gate. We traded points early on, with some nice offensive flow on our part on top of some tough, shut down D. The shut down D wasn't quite shut-down enough on the marks though, as they broke around for significant yardage as well as an early score. Mik had some sick-nasty layouts while defending one of their captains, and we generally did a very good job of containing their star players. Mistakes hurt us again though, and we couldn't quite take advantage of our mismatches with their newbies. But a solid game against a quality opponent. Postgame was all about the Haven, from which we emerged triumphant (despite the lameness of the car that didn't wait for the rest of the team to eat). James, eschewing his usual superhuman feat of devouring an entire Big Cat, went for a Sanchez, and of course won. Sunday We again met in the wee hours at Terrace, this time accompanied by Nitin. On the ride down, the phat beats from James's iPod were interrupted by a phone call from Brain in the second van, who informed us they had just gotten a flat tire. Approximately 5 minutes later, the phat beats were again interrupted by a call from Ding Bang, who was in the third van, and who informed us that they had just gotten a flat tire. Unbelievable. Thus one van got to the fields on time for a full warm-up with no discs, while the other 2 managed to arrive at game time on the strength of dangerously high speeds on spare tires. On the bright side, the weather was gorgeous. Sunny, mild, and just a smidgen of wind. Our 2-2 finish Saturday put us third in our pool and into the 12-team championship bracket. Game 1 v. SUNY-Stony Brook: W 12-10 Despite the suboptimal starting conditions, we come out strong with the members of the on-time van and the always-ready Chip. Quickly deciding that Stony Brook was a bunch of douches, we played with intensity and broke them twice to take half 8-6. Brain dominated Stony Brook's own Brain, who refused to admit that his nickname was also Brain (probably realizing he could not compete with the true Brain). We slipped after half, getting broken 3 straight points to go down 8-9 due to some good defense by SUNY and our own fuck ups. We traded the next two points to get 9-10, the cap went on, and we proceeded to stomp their douchey faces into the ground with loads in the face D (one particularly clutch one from Scabies) and excellent flow offense. Game 2 v. Queens-Kingston: W 13-11 Acknowledging before the game that we as Princeton were at a natural disadvantage to Queens-Kingston, we decided to man up and set out to perform some regicide. We also wanted to avenge our loss at '06 Regionals that knocked us out of the tourney in the name of Ara, Stew, Al, and Cheech. The Canadians quickly took note of Bergman's affinity for talking too much, with one dude saying "Quite the mouth on this one, eh? He's only been on the line 30 seconds and he's already pissing me off". Despite our wish for revenge we quickly went down 5-1, getting schooled by some of their enormous athletic dudes and their general Canadian chillness. Digging deep, we proceeded to take 7 of the next 8 points to take half 8-6, with the last two points being scored on Brain's catches of two macked discs in the endzone (one off of the dumbest hammer I have ever thrown). The Canadians at this point became considerably less chill, but we didn't let up. Jason skied the shit out of one dude in the endzone for one of our last points and landed right on the guy's back in the buttsex position. The winning point was scored off of a $ backhand break deep look by Mik to Bergman, who skied two dudes on the end line and put a nice flick to Isaiah for the win. Game 3 v. Penn State: L 9-15 The semifinals. Rematch against Spank, who had spanked us the previous day. We played a shit ton better against them this time, but still came up short despite some inspired efforts on both O and D. Bergman had a money grab early that allowed him to call attention to the fact that he knows one of the best players on the other team (he's so popular). I believe both Chip and Brain had gorgeous hucks for scores in this game. Ill-advised decisions and some drops cost us though, and Penn State again made us pay for it. Once we manage to, in the words of Tits, lock it up, we'll kick their asses. Game 4 v. Penn Penn didn't want to play at all, but we did, and so agreed to play a shortened game and not report the score. They had a dude who looked like pretty much the biggest baller ever, except for the playing frisbee part. They broke us for the first point, and we proceeded to trade from there. Nitin dominated one of the dudes who attempted to guard him, President Gibbs was beasting it up on the handling side, and some other cool stuff may have happened too. At half (which they took 5-6) Penn claimed they were too injured to continue (bullshit) and ended the game peremptorily. Bitches. We thus finish the tournament tied for 3rd, breaking seed all over the Newark metro area. On the way back we stopped at the Dog House, which is probably the greatest place ever outside of Ben's Chili Bowl (DC) and Hoagie Haven. I personally put away two chili cheese dogs, a cheese burger, and fries. So, so good. Other sweet things that happened included Isaiah putting up money throws all over the place (literally), the Bergman-Isai-dog connection, Mik's sick layout Ds, Miheer balling on Saturday, Peter balling on Sunday, James generally playing like a beast in a do-rag, and Brain's Peter Pan/Power Rangers pose layouts. Our new ho stack offense started looking pretty fuckin good on Sunday, and we definitely are going to build on that. We have a lot of good things to work with, and a lot of work to do. We are going to fuck people up on Nov. 15th. Happy fall break. Petums 
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