House of Delicious Candies 8, U of M Sailing 9 (forfeit)
Well, we won the co-rec championship (CRA A, the best of the best co-rec teams) and the coveted T-shirts, but not the way we would have liked. Things started off badly, as for some unfathomable reason Tad, one of our star forwards, was not on the roster. What the hell, he played in all three regular season games?! Without Tad, Kevin (power forward), and Whitney (defense) we were short subs, but we were still playing them evenly until the half, at which point point we trailed 9-8. At halftime, the supervisor (the job I usually work) called over Barkey, our other captain. It turns out one of the Sailing players was not on their roster. Hang on a second, Tad is standing over their on the deck and their off-roster guy is harassing Keanu in front of the net?! Bullshit! We had no say in the matter (like say, to eject that one guy and continue), and for playing with an illegal guy they forfeited the game. It was over just like that; the T-shirts were ours. Son of a bitch! If we'd only had Tad or Kevin, it wouldn't have been a contest, even with their illegal player. Nothing against Keanu, but he doesn't have the size to battle in front of the goal the way Tad and Kevin can. Well, all I know is that we did nothing wrong, and the championship T-shirts are ours! Woo hoo!

As a side note, not to lend creedence to Lindsay's theories, but it is never a bad thing to see Lifeguard Girl in a suit.

Weekend Fun
Tomorrow, anti-Valentine's Day with The Watergirl and her bud "ft20." We're going to drink ourselves into a stupor (well, they are; I'm immune) and lament our tragic and chronic singleness. Boo hoo hoo, woe is us. I predict a smashing good time will be had by all.

On Saturday, I've once again got Animania in the late afternoon/evening, though I may depart early for a hastily arranged GCAS banquet. Will anything happen with Bachelorette No. 1? Yeah, I don't know. It shouldn't, since I have no feelings for her, but I can't say that it won't. Better, I say, to be a bastard than a liar.

Sunday, Skeeter the Hapa Girl! Yaaaaaaaaay! It should be a grand (and frightfully expensive) three days.