Today's Action: Day 1 Results!
"Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Yeah, the crowd was a little nuts today...
Game 1:
Lollipop Guild (JParm/JBrown) vs. Ted Nougat (Adam/Guido)
A robust crowd! Willing participants! Money on the table! It's tournament time!
After what seemed like an interminable volley for serve, followed by three more service volleys and one more for good luck, play actually started and it sounded something like this:
Pfft!
JParm apparently thought he was still volleying, because he biffed the first three shots. What the?! Someone remarked that JParm never blows that many shots in a row. He also never has a second cup of coffee at home! What was going on?? Was there a strategy or did he just stink? Was JParm trying to do the impossible, send his team to the Loser's Bracket just so he could make a show of winning the championship by running the table from behind the 8-ball? Well, whatever he was up to, he and JBrown made amends toot short and before you knew it, the score was knotted at 5. Great times! The crowd was into it now. Guido, always solid, used his veteran wiles to keep the ball in play. The play of the wild card, the previously unknown entity known as Adam York, was a bit of a shock, though. You know how, in war movies, when the good guys are hunkered behind the big rock and the enemy is pinging shots all around them and the ricocheting bullets sound a little something like ""p-Tiiiiing!"? Well, that's what some of Adam's shots sounded like. CRACK-p-Tiiing! Holy! He was rifling shots all over the table, some returned, some not, but is it hot in here or did the overall level of expected play just rise in here? Very exciting stuff. All players were at the top of their games. Tres cool!
The game was tight until about 12, but the J's put their heads together and took advantage of some misplays and pulled away. Nougat mounted a mini-comeback to tighten the score to 16-20, but it was too late.
The Lollipop Guild over Ted Nougat
21-16
And what's this? Is it true? Do we really have...
Game 2?:
Toss It (Jean/Mike B) vs. Lunar Platoon (Gibby/Morgan)
After taking attendance, we found that we were one person short of a second game. Guido disappeared into the Animation department with a knurled club and returned with Gibby in tow. Holy! I was told that Gibby went home drunk, but apparently I was misinformed! Game on!
The fans were treated to a marquee matchup very early in the tournament. Toss It had been bandied about in many circles as being one of the true favorites, but Gibby is never to be underestimated. The key was Morgan. Could he keep up with the heavy hitters? What the audience did not know is that Morgan was outed at the company picnic as being from the Moon. He's new on our planet. Morgan can do things with our gravity that we Earthlings can only dream of. How would that come into play? Is he just toying with us?
The contestants approached the table and Mike B was greeted with a rousing chorus of boos, proving that his new reformation, as evidenced by the pink "Humble" hat he was wearing, was not fully embraced by the crowd at large. Service rally was considerably shorter and the match was on.
CRACK P-TIIING CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK P-TIIIING CRACK P-TIIING!!!!!
Crikey! It was like a shooting gallery out there! Blaise, Ralves and Heather scurried to safer locales to protect their future ability to conceive or bear children, lest they take an errant shot in the pills or the pillular region. People put their hands in their pockets to avoid the embarrassment of having them sheared off accidentally. The pace was fast and most definitely furious. It seemed that every point was a slam with an impossible counter slam, followed by two more slams, which were also not to be believed. This was it! If pong could be like this all the time, Heaven would be here on Earth (or the Moon, in Morgan's case, I guess). Lunar Platoon worked their way to a slight advantage and held on for a very dramatic win. The unthinkable had occurred. Toss It had been sent to the Loser's Bracket.
Lunar Platoon over Toss It
21-16
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Yeah, the crowd was a little nuts today...
Game 1:
Lollipop Guild (JParm/JBrown) vs. Ted Nougat (Adam/Guido)
A robust crowd! Willing participants! Money on the table! It's tournament time!
After what seemed like an interminable volley for serve, followed by three more service volleys and one more for good luck, play actually started and it sounded something like this:
Pfft!
JParm apparently thought he was still volleying, because he biffed the first three shots. What the?! Someone remarked that JParm never blows that many shots in a row. He also never has a second cup of coffee at home! What was going on?? Was there a strategy or did he just stink? Was JParm trying to do the impossible, send his team to the Loser's Bracket just so he could make a show of winning the championship by running the table from behind the 8-ball? Well, whatever he was up to, he and JBrown made amends toot short and before you knew it, the score was knotted at 5. Great times! The crowd was into it now. Guido, always solid, used his veteran wiles to keep the ball in play. The play of the wild card, the previously unknown entity known as Adam York, was a bit of a shock, though. You know how, in war movies, when the good guys are hunkered behind the big rock and the enemy is pinging shots all around them and the ricocheting bullets sound a little something like ""p-Tiiiiing!"? Well, that's what some of Adam's shots sounded like. CRACK-p-Tiiing! Holy! He was rifling shots all over the table, some returned, some not, but is it hot in here or did the overall level of expected play just rise in here? Very exciting stuff. All players were at the top of their games. Tres cool!
The game was tight until about 12, but the J's put their heads together and took advantage of some misplays and pulled away. Nougat mounted a mini-comeback to tighten the score to 16-20, but it was too late.
The Lollipop Guild over Ted Nougat
21-16
And what's this? Is it true? Do we really have...
Game 2?:
Toss It (Jean/Mike B) vs. Lunar Platoon (Gibby/Morgan)
After taking attendance, we found that we were one person short of a second game. Guido disappeared into the Animation department with a knurled club and returned with Gibby in tow. Holy! I was told that Gibby went home drunk, but apparently I was misinformed! Game on!
The fans were treated to a marquee matchup very early in the tournament. Toss It had been bandied about in many circles as being one of the true favorites, but Gibby is never to be underestimated. The key was Morgan. Could he keep up with the heavy hitters? What the audience did not know is that Morgan was outed at the company picnic as being from the Moon. He's new on our planet. Morgan can do things with our gravity that we Earthlings can only dream of. How would that come into play? Is he just toying with us?
The contestants approached the table and Mike B was greeted with a rousing chorus of boos, proving that his new reformation, as evidenced by the pink "Humble" hat he was wearing, was not fully embraced by the crowd at large. Service rally was considerably shorter and the match was on.
CRACK P-TIIING CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK P-TIIIING CRACK P-TIIING!!!!!
Crikey! It was like a shooting gallery out there! Blaise, Ralves and Heather scurried to safer locales to protect their future ability to conceive or bear children, lest they take an errant shot in the pills or the pillular region. People put their hands in their pockets to avoid the embarrassment of having them sheared off accidentally. The pace was fast and most definitely furious. It seemed that every point was a slam with an impossible counter slam, followed by two more slams, which were also not to be believed. This was it! If pong could be like this all the time, Heaven would be here on Earth (or the Moon, in Morgan's case, I guess). Lunar Platoon worked their way to a slight advantage and held on for a very dramatic win. The unthinkable had occurred. Toss It had been sent to the Loser's Bracket.
Lunar Platoon over Toss It
21-16
posted by Rally Chimp at 5:14 PM
5 Comments:
all hail Morgan!
welcome to Tippett, Adam York.
Crikey!
humble humble humble!
humble indeed!!!!
hahahahahaaahumble.
Keep up the awesomeness :D
Morgan of the Moon!
Gibby seemed ecstatic. He just wandered around the table with this big grin on his face occasionally swinging at the ball.
-brian
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