Dinger Dan, Get In on this Shit

Hoo de Hoo!
Fall Out '08 saw the G.O.P. Barack-O-Rama collapsed into an amorphous "Junk-Y" team, captained by Mrs. Bank and Rybones. Hop skip and a jump from the 5:20-6:00am departure from Chicago and we found ourselves early in Shampoo-Banana with Junk scattered across the archipelago of field-sites in Rantoul, Butthole of The Midwest. Our first three games were against SIU, LCC, and yet-to-be-acronymned Bradley College and all blended into a relative blur of UChicago preeminence in the air, endzone and relative focus.
Our crossgender game brought us over to the main fieldsy less (woo! tournament tent!) where we matched up against the Illinois split-squad team, "Z," in an environment slightly less protected from the waxing wind. Vet-dominated lines assisted by the zeal and height of Alex Freak-A-Zorn on the Cob, Red Sasha, and Willy Drop-Some-Goo. Our zone defense was spot-on, frustrating the Illinois Handlers and giving deep-deeps like Wallace, Noah, and MMMPHupps time to...wait for it...wait for it...wait for it...jump way hi and d the snot out of some swill.
The day ended with ordering some XL-p's from doms, passing out, and celebrating our 4-0 day at Brothers, a campus bar with lots of free beer, babes, and Broseph Stalin and and Samurai Huppz cornholing against/with each other and all-around doing lots of other embarassing things.

DAY II

You know what happens when you wake up early for a tournament? You get a first-round bye. Taste the flavors, Jiggity Junk. Some extra "stare at the wall time" and a couple more rounds of find-the-butthole gave the bicameral collapsation of Junk some extra time to focus on the fundamentals that would be necessary in performing well in Day II: Huck n' Z. Game one was against University of Illinois-Y, a jolly gaggle of chaps who learned early the battlefield on which this day would be played: throwing it real far and trying to get the other team to turn it over on their endzone line. Bulletproof. Junk leadership mistakenly instructed handlers to try and work it a little more, leading to our eventual slight demise.
Next game was against Wheaton. Hilights of this game were Dinger Dan rocking-out in some "get it off the sideline so Noah can throw it real far," and I think Noah threw a callahan. Fair and square. In the end, we rolled 'em.
Same with our halvsies game against IHUC-Black. The final point was a comedy of blunders with Red Sasha catching an into the wind triple-helix hammer, passed it to Ari who threw his first-ever inside-out forehand to Huppz for the score. Mouthwatering.

All in all, 6-1 for the weekend, 5th place at the tournament.