Sp16 W3: Bronx, Licked, Wiener Out, Riverside

2016-04-27

Three weeks are in the books, and goodness, we’ve been all over the place. Call us the Metropolitan Ultimate Disc League. Sp16’s third week started in the Bronx. And though the Van Cortlandt fields were wonderful, the week began shamefully for one team. JAWS, in their 7-15 loss to ShooHoo, were made to bear a league licking. (For you 31 rookies, that’s losing to every other team, one after the other.) Meanwhile, Chosen grabbed their third win in a row against BBQ, 15 to 8, and MTA went express against The Rejects, stealing the momentum to win 14 to 10. These results temporarily put Chosen and Reject one game back of HooWoo for first place.

Matt Wiener at the hospital in an air cast. Also pictured are the lower halves of his parents.

Of course the big news of Week Three was a body part. Indeed, one of two people in the league who have a chance at a league-record 7 consecutive finals-appearances, Matt Wiener of The Chosen Ones, is out for the season with a high-ankle sprain. Wiener was playing with NY Empire when “some dude from Ottawa layed out” into the back of Wiener’s legs. Chosen has picked up rookie Elias Kahan from the waitlist.

The big guy was missed in The Chosen Ones’ next game, a bid for first place vs. WooLoo. In their third meeting already this season, Chosen lost 12 to 15.

MTA put the second W together vs. BBQ, 15 to 11. And The Rejects tied a nice 1-1 bow on the weekend with a 15-11 defeat of JAWS, the shark’s sixth consecutive loss.

The 72nd St. Riverside Park debut was rained out on Tuesday, which robbed BBQ of another game. LooHoo lost the game as well, so both teams should start looking at Makeup Mondays.

On Wednesday, a mile away from any reasonable public transportation, on the East River, MTA swiped a win against JAWS, 14 to 9. The win put MTA captain Travis on the Centurions’ doorstep, 99 in his MUD career.

Finally, we graced the earth of Riverside72 on Thursday of W3. The Chosen Ones met The Rejects again, but this time both teams were struggling for numbers. The Rejects took advantage of the opportunity to move into a tie for first. They whooped The Chosen Ones 15 to 8 while snuffing out the struggling sprigs of sand grass. Two more romps should return that field to its charming west-side dustbowl state. May the dirt begin circling the shower drain. Mud!