This post is lackluster, but ultimately (GET IT) necessary

The ride up started rather uneventfully; Rob didn't back into Brad's Car, everyone had a seat, and we didn't get lost. Yeah, I used a semi-colon back there. What up. The house was pretty badass with a very open floor plan and sweet retro-style chairs and stuff. The dog kept barking and the birds annoyed the fuck out of me, but such is life.

We left to go to Wegmans, which I later found out is the greatest place on earth besides Pizza Hut during it's Lunch Buffet hours. With only minimal direction mishaps, we arrive at Weggles (yeah, a pet name for a supermarket) and I was drawn in immediately by the Chinese food.  Although somewhat overpriced and somewhat lackluster, it was definitely food. The General Tso's was actually spicy. It was kind of scary.  We bought a lot of bagels and Eli bought some rice-cakes or something.  

The rest of the night was rather uneventful. I got a couch cause I'm just cool. Some people went to Rob's brother's comedy show and the rest hung out. Bridget tried to sleep, Rob prevented that.

We woke up at an unusually appropriate hour and ate bagels. The owner of the house left us some extra bagels and orange juice which got nomnom'd pretty quickly. We left on time and only got lost once we got to the fields, which resulted in us actually being there with enough time to warm-up. Throwing, running, stretching, normal warming things. Threw in a baby bit of dynamic warm-up but not enough to full quench my hunger, if one can actually quench hunger. 

Game one was against SUNY-Buffalo and was typical New Paltz. Drops all around, swilly throws all around. I don't remember much, but I remember a distinct lack of dump and swing action, and far too many hammers. We ended up losing by something like 15-5? Scott Kuhner ends up going to the hospital after sacrificing his right hand in order to save us all from a wild pack of ravaging rabid alliterating alley-sabertooth-cats. He got some Vicodin out of the deal, so it's probably a net-gain. As a side-note, SUNY-Buffalo ended up qualifying for Regionals.

Our quick loss gave us effectively a bye and plenty of time to check out the sweet playground, which was sweet. I got really dizzy, woodchips down my pants, and some people almost died. I might be exaggerating, I don't think I got that dizzy.

Game two was against SUNY-Geneseo.  We played slightly better than game one, but also against probably easier competition. Tom came down with a case of Appendicitis (diagnosed by me) but still played like a champ for two or three points. One of those points was the most beautiful dismantling of a zone defense I have ever seen, with swings and dumps and good cuts and only one hammer. It was pretty. I think we lost like 15-7, but I like to make things up.

We had forever until Game Three, which ended up being on the other fields (AKA the wind tunnel). Unfortunately, all but seven players decided to leave and either get pizza or make sure Scott survived the sabertooth attack. This left us not warmed up against Potsdam. Luckily, we skullfucked them. We won 13-12 after getting soft-capped at 11-11 and hard capped at 12-11 (our favor). We played pretty Conservative zone-offense besides when we had giant hucks of doom, which many players threw. The wind was pretty bad, but we played better in it and some players like Chichester in particular did not give up on discs. Speaking of 2x4, he learned how to stop people from crashing the cup, which was beautiful. I needed a new pair of pants after I saw a few of the stops he made. In other news, Charlie threw a backhand during the game. I needed another pair of pants.

Game 4 was against Ithaca college. We came out motivated to do one thing -- go home. Half was something gross like 8-1. Many of our players were in the car to keep warm or to keep from injuries, and about halfway through the 2nd half I had taken my cleats off. Despite this, for whatever reason, we closed the gap and ended the game at like 15-11, or something not gross. The Freshmen that played played out of their minds and kept it close while Rob and Ben played savage, or at least close to it. 

We got back with no trouble and I immediately passed out on the couch until David woke me up asking for money for pizza. I obliged and fell asleep until David woke me up and told me to eat pizza. I obliged and went back to the couch where I wanted to sleep but was too busy obliging and eating pizza. A lot of people left to go to the comedy show again while the rest of us stayed to watch Harry Potter 4. I had planned to "Accidentally" fall asleep on the coach again but Cedric dying was too much of an emotional drain and I accidentally passed out on the floor. Oopsies. 

I woke up in the morning pissed off that I didn't sleep on the couch, pissed off that my back hurt because I slept on the floor, and pissed off that the pizza tasted even worse the next day. Cookies were delishlish, especially the Oatmeal Raisin, although the chocochocochip ones were surprisingly good. People had tea, I signed a card, we got into cars, I fell asleep. Good deal.

The owner of the house seemed pretty OK with us staying there, so hopefully if Cornell hosts it again we can stay there....again. Plus they have a Pinball machine. (Insert 'The Who' reference here)