A Tale of Rambo, Trailer Parks, and Waffle Houses

What' this?! Another blog within a week of the last one?!

Yes, dreams do come true.

That is, unless your dream was to win the Granville or Murfreesboro tournaments and you don't play for Ghetto Force. That's right righteous readers, Ghetto Force has closed out a strong fall season by pretty much defeating all adversaries these last 2 months.

Starting first with the Granville tournament which was oddly named Down the Rabbit Hole. Like Alice was gonna come out and throw vicious scoober hucks. On a field outside of a "mansion" the size of a trailer home, Ghetto Force found itself midst a vicious bout for glory, honor, and discos (praise his name). Due to Hurricane Sandy washing out the Cleveland North Coast tournament the week prior, Ghetto Force found itself with a lot of pent up aggression. This fact was not lost on the competition. The closest game Ghetto Force ever played in was a 5 point differential against an alumni team. Not bad numbers considering this was the first tournament for Ghetto Force A having split into A/B teams only a few weeks prior. So Ghetto Force brought home the bacon, unfortunately the trophy was not bacon. In fact, they didn't have anything swaggy for the victors. Bananas were offered yet, no amount of bananas could make up for the lack of a trophy for the victorious Ghetto Force. No more shall be said of the matter.

Aforementioned "Mansion"

As the Granville tournament was short on spots, B - Team was unable to make it in. However, they played 2 matches against Miami and Wright State. The goal was the systematic dismantling of the competition, however, they fell a bit short of this goal. Yet, the matches acted as a great learning experience for the B - Team. Now that they know the secrets of the competition, B - Team will use greater tactics and subterfuge to defeat unworthy adversaries. Rambo once said, "I've always believed that the mind is the greatest weapon".

Never bring a gun to a disc fight

Whew, tired of reading these fantastical words? Too bad, that was only half this blog post. Now, we travel south of the Mason Dixon line, into the fiery reaches of Mordor. Following the allure of great power and an actual trophy reward. A tournament where Ghetto Force won the key to the city of Murfreesboro, we respectfully declined. In Murfreesboro the Waffle House per human capita was far too high. So they cast it into the depths of Mount Doom, or rather, 54 Chambers Street. 

A prize worth of Ghetto Force 

**Special Effects not included**

The competition was better at Murfreesboro but unfortunately the housing situation was not. Jordan Manke brought his camera this time so we actually have a decent idea about what happened. Things we know for sure:

• The rookies played well for both teams, giving a lot of hope for next season
• John Bayer, Cap'n Mark, and Ted handled well; giving their teams some fine throws
• Matt Welter made people run away in terror
• Josh Weitz thought we were in Kentucky

You may have heard of Kentucky blue grass. Well, Tennessee has a little something called dead grass. The ground was an odd yellow shade, mostly associated with nasty dead grass. However, this grass was nice and soft which was a pleasant surprise. Along with wonderful weather, the team got their bronze on between matches. A - Team won all but 1 match on their way to a tournament victory. B - Team unfortunately remains winless although they played much better this time. They will be toning their bodies under El Jefe Bronardo in the mornings to come until victory is achieved. The beatings will continue until victory is achieved, and then thereafter. 

Thus ends this blogathon, Ghetto Force is looking forward to the important Spring season. A day may come when the Ghetto Force blog fails and all hope is lost. But it is not this day!

Thanks for reading, as we go through exams and winter break stay tuned as we should continue to provide some Ghetto Force themed mirth.

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Back and Better than Ever!

First off, please accept our sincere apology about the time between blogs. I wish I could tell you that it was caused by an unwarranted invasion of 54 Chambers Street by Soviet Demon Mice. Yet, in actuality, we’ve just been lazy.

With that in mind: There will be an explosion of Thanksgiving Blogness over the next week or so! The wonderful Ghetto Force correspondents of Peaches, Sam Newell, and yours truly will give you some sweet and savory literary morsels. Let our word gravy help get that tasty turkey down your gullets.

One event that needs immediate attention is the Family Weekend/Alumni Game.

Many friends and family of the Ghetto Force made their way to UD to see what their sons have been doing with their college education. Also, for a lot of folks, this was their first opportunity to see what this “Ultimate Frisbee Disc Flatball” game is. One of my favorite short videos about Ultimate:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwBUKDvohSs&feature=youtu.be

The Alumni Game this year was played as 2 games (to 9 points instead of the normal 13/15) with the current Ghetto Force roster split into 2 teams to take on the combined might of the Ancient Alumni.  The alumni came bearing their (many) years of experience and skill which showed in both games. The Alumni won both matches (although the first was hotly contested) and took possession of the newly forged Trophy to Rule Them All from the fires of multiple couches on Kiefaber. Maintaining this (weak) allegory, Brendan Corboy became covetous of said trophy and inspired his fellow Alums to trounce the younglings. 

"Quit staring at my trophy, get your own"

Among many nature defying acts: Eddie Mack showed that he still had a lot left in the tank as he caught several deep huck passes. Brian Jones bid and caught a disc which no one could have ever expected.

Brian Jones pointing out the end zone lines to Alec Dorn

As always, it was great to see the Godfathers of Dayton Ultimate on the field and showing the boys how it’s done. Unfortunately, the Alumni won, thus, I will not make anymore jokes about their age. The game was a great time as always and we hope that the alumni will be back sometime soon. Please let us know if you are coming into town for Alumni Weekend in the summer so that maybe we could organize a scrimmage or some pick up. You guys have a lot of Ultimate knowledge that we would love to learn from.

Having the Ghetto Force alumni on campus is always a great time. Many Alumni told me how they were amazed by the size of the roster and how different it was from only a few years ago. It is awesome to see that same spark that drives current Ghetto Force players in the Alumni.

The hard work of teams of yesteryear has given the team a great identity that is shared by alumni and current players. As always, we are grateful for the work the Alumni put into making Ghetto Force what it is today and we hope to continue that legacy.

I would also like to take a minute to thank the families that helped out setting up everything for the Family Weekend. Especially Mr. and Mrs. Tardio who made a grand feast fit for Prussian kings and queens, I still dream of that pulled pork (while I cry into my Salisbury Steak frozen microwavable dinner).  Also, those who helped donate to the team; your contribution helps significantly. Without you, Ghetto Force would not exist. Also, thank you for your sons – we like them too. 

Thanks for coming to visit and we hope to see you all soon!

Don't forget, there is no crying in frisbee-ball.