“The sole goal of Mole Hole is to score goals in the hole.” Thanks to Meg Hofner for creating the new game Mole Hole. We discussed the dearth of Olympic level beach games at the Robin Hood last night. And Meg suggested a completely new game where you dig holes in the sand, and then score goals in the holes. It’s possible this is a “you had to be there” thing, but trust me, it’s hilarious.
Christi always sent lots of gifs in her recaps, so I’m returning the favor. Handle it Betz!
I’m at the age where I no longer keep track of the score. Or know the score. Or…. I don’t know….. care? So all I know is we tied last night. Could’ve been 12s. 13s. Or 9’s. Not sure.
Ties suck more than that Stormtrooper who punched Baby Yoda. Ties are worse than running out of pickles at a tournament. Ties make me madder than four more years of Trump.
Oh, did I got too far? No, ties are worse.
But what can you do? The lights are going out at exactly 10pm these days. And even if they don’t, the fields will threaten to cancel your permit and take your first born if you’re not packed up and out the door on the 10th chime.
Did I mention the whole sole goal of Mole Hole is to roll a goal in the hole? lol
(That’s funnier if you actually read it as loll)
Okay, let’s talk about highlights. You’re here for the highlights, right?
Paparazzi – aka Papa – aka Greatest Player in LA according to Eric Brach – aka female Cubby – aka I’m not dating Cory, why does everybody ask me that – – – was a baller last night, and threw two passes past my weak sauce old man lay out poach attempts. Suck it me. Pwned. (Is that still a thing?)
Danielle DiRaddo – who I heard a good story about how she got onto the team but I was pretty drunk at the time at the Beach League party – what else is new – so I couldn’t tell you any of it, I just remember going “hmmmm, interesting” so it was probably good – – – was handler extraordinaire. Very impressive. Owned the center of the field like a chess grandmaster.
Tattoodles is super fast and was a beast getting down field for big gainers on upwind hucks. I forgot to mention there was kind of a moderate wind, and scoring upwind was at a premium. (Ties are worse than the worst wind.) Tattoo’s deep busts were so huge for us. Both directions, I should mention. What, you think she goes just one way?
Cory Eat My Own Chest Hair Osk.d.m.r.y…. there’s a lot of letters – – – had THE MOST AMAZING SINGLE PLAY I HAVE EVER SEEN, AT LEAST SINCE LEI-OUT, when he failed to catch a disc over his head (cause you know, height stuff) and fell to the ground out of bounds, and his defender, who shall remain nameless but it rhymes with Cubby, assumed the play was over and gave up on it, only to watch as Cory got back up, established feet in bounds (rules), and dove full extension to make the catch and score. Holy banana hammock! It was freakin’ amazing. I chubbed up a little.
They say baseball is a game of inches. Ultimate is centimeters. As in how close Gary Molano came to ending the game on a layout attempt within a minute of TBD tying the game and the lights going out. It was SO CLOSE you can call him Glenn.
Good game. Lots of fun. Much bar fun. Can’t wait until I die roll Papa. If it lands 3, Marshall wins.
And thanks to Christi for taking over recapping duties. She’s killing it, and I’m so happy to see them continuing.