This body is a temple.

So much for dry season.

This weekend was a veritable eel breeding ground, although in retrospect I'm not sure we should have expected anything but. It was practically the perfect storm of eels: 21st birthdays, drinks that are blue but claim to taste like orange, and people on the frisbee team. In fact, I'm pretty sure we got out of this weekend relatively unscathed.

Three hour practice the next day was three hours long. 'Nuff said.

I apparently injured my hip, but it should be good enough for Vitamin I to get me through Nocturnal.

I ended up sitting for the game against Marist, showing up 30 minutes late (had to watch LSV go 17-0) but actually showing up exactly on time to see the game start. We went down a quick 7-1, rallied three straight, and ended half still in contention at 8-4. 2nd half was much of the same, and we ended up losing convincingly, 15-6.

Same problems as always -- we drop an unreal amount of passes. Decision making with the disc was better than usual. Not to say it was perfect, far from it, rather it was an improvement for many people on the team. Playing indoors against only each other showed, as we lacked the aggression (especially in the air) needed to come down with discs that inevitably float for longer than they should.

We straight up don't have an offense. We can't play conservative if no one can catch. We really don't have a zone offense. Stack-wise we have the age-old problem of never cycling back in the stack. Zone is a much bigger problem, as the people downfield literally have no idea what they are doing and thusly we are forced to swing among our handlers a million times. Speaking of which, if our gameplan in Zone O is to swing it a million times, we need to swing it before the cup settles, since that is how you actually tire them out AND you are giving your wings more opportunities to get open.

We are getting more athletic as a whole, but we clearly do not present enough, if any, matchup problems for any team that we need to beat to get to regionals. Being able to "run with Marist" is a fine goal if all of our players are fundamentally sound, but seeing as the dropsies are still in season I don't think we should really be patting ourselves on the back for being able to run for 21 points.

There should never be a point on a windy day where we do not call out our potential zone offense line, as getting blindsided by a "surprise" zone is basically just asking to turn the disc over. That is an inexcusable mental error.

People are so afraid to make excuses that they don't want to list reasons why we played so poorly today. It is not an excuse if you attribute the correct amount of blame to it and take something away from it. Chalking up the entire loss to drinking for two nights and writing it off is an excuse -- understanding that drinking the night before a game is a hindrance to your play as a whole is a reason.

A lot of the lines called today seemed jumbled -- too many people who play the same position out on the field at once. These lines need to be sculpted. This is somewhat a product of the lack of specific roles for many players.

We need to play outdoors.

We need to get back to the fundamentals that we never actually learned.

We need to decide on what we are going to run (both offensively and defensively) and commit.

I'm not playing until Nocturnal, and hopefully the time off will help my hip enough that once we move outdoors I'll be fine. I'm pretty beat up all around, and I bet a week off would do a lot of people on the team some good right now.

Don't forget to drink water before you go to bed at the very least.