After a long cold winter in which we all bulked up on pork butt and whiskey, the Wrench is ready to kick back into action. First on the menu, establishing the leadership for 2014. Because our dear Robby headed south to Costa Rica to teach science (lol, he doesn't know science!) and the notorious DH is finishing his masters and maybe getting a job elsewhere, we've harvested two fresh faces for the coming season. After pioneering the "can't beat solid" mentality in the captainship last year, BW has progressed to a more fitting "sky 'em if ya got 'em" style at the helm. More info to come in the near future about tryouts, season plans, etc. For now, let's say hello to the 3rd and 4th ever Big Wrench captains.
Born in the year 1837, Rob Spies requested to be cryogenically frozen at the age of 12 because he was "bored of this shit." Reawakened in the year 1997 at the height of boy band popularity, Spies hopped right back into the flow of the things with his mane of blond hair and his can-do attitude. After cutting his teeth with the Tufts E-Men he made a name for himself in the mixed division narrowly, missing a club title with Slow White before running off into the Sarasota sunset. 2013 saw the awakening of the beast as Spies re-entered the club scene, hell-bent on proving that he could still hang with the young'ns. On the field Spies makes it clear that he's a man of a different age -- an age when 27(ish) year olds were still fist-fighting gorillas instead of settling down with 401Ks. In 2014 look for Spies to take his fiery game to the top with the Big Wrench squad, as he brings motivational skill and wizened knowledge to pass down to the next generation.
The youthful ying to Spies' age-old yang, Tyler Chan plays with the excitement of a wide-eyed child tasting his first packet of Fun Dip. The frisbee gods smiled down on this boy at birth, planting him at Needham High School and saying "go forth and roof the balls off everyone," and by golly he did. One part spring-loaded kangaroo, one part smooth smooth margarine and one part tickle-me-elmo, Tyler is a true renaissance man on the field. Off the field he keeps busy working on his model airplanes and collecting potato chips that look like Wally Szczerbiak -- but catch him at game time and he's a bundle of fun. With Ty at the wheel look for the Wrench to keep the fun rollin' and the hucks flying. He might be one of the younger players on the squad, but his years of frisbee experience and good-guy rep make him an ideal leader of ye' ol club.