A cold, dark morning started off with a surprise, as the field behind the old middle school revealed itself to be quite unusable for our purposes…so at 6:55am I sped off to find a different field for us to set up shop in.
Landed in the random field next to Alexander Memorial Baptist Church, and across from those hideous lofts being built in downtown Belmont. You see, the name of the game this crisp fall morning? Angleball. We needed the space, we found the space.
Thankfully, my other Buck brother, Buckeye, was present to lead the men through some warmups doing something stupid, before coming to find myself, Gavel, and Watts Up as we finished setting up the game. Here’s reason #1 you shouldn’t miss my Fighting Yank Q’s…I saved them from the Stupid Shuffle.
Angleball was played. Gloves are a bad idea. Rebar is worse at shooting.
Reason #2 you shouldn’t miss a Buckshot Fighting Yank Q…as the PAX finished up their game, which unfortunately I couldn’t play in because I had strained my back the day before, I presented them with donuts and coffee.
That’s what I call a COT.
An honor to lead, an honor to be a part…
Buckshot