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An Open Letter

Throwing balls toward a target is the oldest game known to mankind. As early as 5000 B.C. the Egyptians played a form of bocce with polished rocks. Graphic representations of figures tossing a ball or polished stone have been recorded as early as 5200 B.C. While bocce today looks quite different from its early predecessors, the unbroken thread of bocce’s lineage is the consistently common objective of trying to come as close to a fixed target as possible.

Fellow competitors,

Three seasons removed from the glorious fall of 2005, the Terrors are poised to retake their crown. We stand perched atop a red tidal wave, thundering towards the beaches of inevitable victory.

After seasons spent with a roster constantly in flux, this winter campaign is the first in our illustrious history in which we return our entire squad. The 2007 edition of CFT is an experienced, well balanced, well oiled machine.

Some of our more ignoble competitors have fled to the relative safety of Monday nights. While we are of course saddened by this cowardly move, we welcome back our traditional opponents, and are excited to face new adversaries.

With a healthy respect for those who have come before, and an appreciation for the beautiful simplicity of our great game, the Coffee Flats Terrors wish all our competitors the best of fortune in the new season. May the bocce gods be generous to you, because the Terrors most certainly will not.

Best,

CFT

Comments

i can't believe you guys are outsourcing your blog entries these days to cobra kai.

Go hide on Mondays.

obviously that is why we are leaving - you guys. those last two w's we notched against your squad really was beginning to mess with us. we had to escape that feeling.

Huh? EZ, for the sake of your team, I truly hope that Floyd does not implement a random drug testing policy because you are definitely smoking some WHACK ASS CRACK, and would surely be thrown from the league if forced to urinate into a little cup. Look at the numbers - Monday night is more competitive and has better teams. If memory serves, Monday night features two teams who made it to the final four of last season's tourney, one of whom went on to win the championship for the third time in a row. How many teams made it out of the quarter-final round from Saturday last season? Oh yeah, none. Granted, IYWMB didn't make it out of the quarters either, that's why it's smart of us to move to a more competitive night instead of just playing against the same old teams. Have fun playing in the sandbox! IYWMB has graduated to doing cooler things in the boiler room.

you're such a dork.

I know young turk, but look how riled up I can get your compatriots.

Oh, and CFT still does have a Championship to its name (thanks in part to half of IYWMB of course).

Rod Stewart remains without silverware.

We do have a best team name trophy! It's not silver but it does look awesome in my bookcase.

Sorry Rod teammates, this was my fault: I was drunk with Ezra at Floyd, and I revealed that our strategy for this fall was to flee from the Coffee Flats Terrors because they're so intimidating. I told him about that team meeting we had where we were all like, "Shit, the Terrors are so good, what are we going to do? We can't handle playing them again!" Some of us wanted to move to Sunday, others to Monday, one guy wanted to escape to the Union Hall league, and I think I remember someone proposing that we all move to Cleveland and start a bocce league there. In the end, Monday got the most votes.

Not riled up at all doll-face, I just like pointing out the obvious to people who are fundamentally clueless. Let’s just say I’m a Good Samaritan. As for Rod’s lack of silverware, well, who needs the stuff when you’re too busy tapping ass to eat?

"tapping ass to eat?"

I'm a little worried.

You should be worried - Rod is an absolute MANIMAL.

Can you tell I have nothing to do at work today?

jim, you really WERE too drunk to remember the conversation properly.

no one proposed moving to cleveland. you got it all wrong. beth proposed staying on saturdays so she could tap some of that fine "cleveland steamer ass." get it straight.

riled up is really not the right sentiment. it's more like disbelief, as in "i can't believe how retarded this is."

p.s. i emailed you about a fleece left at our apt. which i believe is yours. is it?

I don't think the fleece is mine, but I appreciate the looking out.

You green people are awfully literal, and very very sensitive. Where's your appreciation for good-natured feuding?

You used to be cool man.

I'm sorry, what was that? I was too busy admiring your pretty party dress...

http://www.geocities.com/m_drumm/roddress.jpg

Jesus Christ. Who is Buckee "Tapping all to eat" M?

Um, I mean "ass" of course.

Oy vey. Buckee M is me, Beth.

"when you’re too busy tapping ass to eat" = "when you don't have time to eat because you are too busy tapping ass"

Like, Rod Stewart really likes to screw a lot of women and as result does not have time for much else. Not actually eating ass, or tossing salad as it were. Jeeze, EZ read it that way too... You CFTs sure are scatological.


"Tapping ass" as in "goddamn I'd like to tap that fine-looking piece of ass" is a phrase I am quite familiar with.

But "Goddamn I'd like to tap that fine looking piece of ass to eat?" Not so clear.

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