My Thursdays Are Now Free

And thus concludes another super fun season of Ultimate Frisbee (or "Frisbee" as I like to call it) for me and the Bag of Hammers - the co-ed and proudly third-tier recreational team of which I am a member. On the final day of the season - Saturday, a day-long, three-game tournament - we came, we did surprisingly well, we drank some beer, then we lost. Taking the loss particularly hard - my knees, which are giving my receding hairline and leathery, crinkled eyes a run for their money as the most rapidly aging part of my body. Thus, I shall take great care to nurse such liabilities serviceable before my rec hockey season starts - something I was unsuccessful at last year, and I hobbled around all winter as a result. Note to self: listen to self.

Huzzah!