Wrencheroos arrive at the fields. Cold stares emanating from the eyes of one and all. Cleats are donned in silence as the mist settles on the grass of Portland, Maine. Someone, somewhere is playing Kanye. The warmup begins.
Sam K-S arrives.
First pull. Across the line stand 7 college boys in Bowdoin shirts. The Wrencheroos don their Sunday best. It's Saturday.
Victory. Not without challenge. K-S makes a circus catch. Complains about the length of the warmup. Lock and Jesse play zone defense. Wildly effective. Just like their friendship.
Somerville Youth arrives at the field, as opponents. They look ravenous. Suspicions are confirmed as they run a Hail Mary offense. Times are hard. The BW grinds through sloppy points. We score, and score again.
2:00pm (times approximated at this point due to fatigue)
We face Red Tide for the first time since the hellacious Red Tide Open, whence we faced them 4 times in one day. We know their faces well. Our D line is sturdy, stopping both that guy on their team that runs really fast, and that guy on their team that throws it to the guy that runs really fast. Go us. We get a break. Then we get another break. At half it is 8-3.
Then they score a couple of times. Tension is high. Funboy's hammers are too much though. Their zone is tough, but liable to the wrath of Fun. All hail Wrench. To the finals we go.
Garuda. How familiar it was. Rematch of 2013 Sectionals.
But then Silbart -- with only 3/4 of a pair of pants on -- gets a layout block. Minutes later we have broken back to even. 5-5. Jesse Wolf lays out to block a dump, but the Garuda handler catches it. Bravo Garuda. Bravo.
But lo', Jesse chases down a swing and lays out for another block. This time into the sidelines. Lock throws the goal. Up a break. Huzzah.
Minutes later, it's captain Tyler Chan getting his own block. That's right. He's in charge. Party on, Ty.
Second half starts as a battle, as is to be expected. Their handlers are wildly effective. Our tall guys are wildly good at being tall.
As the half goes on they steal back a couple of breaks, capitalizing on our mistakes. 11-9, us receiving. Game on.
Solid offense. It's what America was built on. PK, Funboy and Carter are money. Ball in the net like woah. 12-9.
We get the disc on defense, but can't put it in. They're ruthlessly fast. Tension builds. The score is 13-10. They score. The hard cap horn has blown, and the Wrench are the champions.
See you in Devens, muchachos.