Fresh off our thrilling victory over the Terrors of Coffee Flats, If You Want My Bocce suited up last Monday against the 4 time champions -- Boccelism.
We've played them well in the past (other than the terrible championship match) but went into the game an abysmal 0-4 against them.
But so far this season, the U.S. Steel of bocce have not been dominant. Whether they suffer from winner's fatigue, are confused by the new court, or are merely toying with the rest of the league, who knows? But they entered the game a highly mediocre 2-2. They were ripe for the picking.
But not at first. They took a quick 4-0 lead and things were looking dicey really quickly for Team Rod.
But then ... but then ... The tide turned to all Rod!
Jim and SHR put up a three spot and all of a sudden it was close.
And before they knew what hit them, Mike and Beth finished them off with four big points!
Game 2 was ugly and better not discussed.
Game 3 started in the same similar fashion as the first game - with Boccelism taking it to us. We found ourselves in a 3-0 hole before we even knew what hit us.
And what would a match against Boccelism be without a little controversy? At one point, Mike was measuring and accidentally moved the pallino further away from our ball and closer to theirs. The captain of Boccelism admitted that the pallino moved slightly but one team member who our team already had a run-in with in the past insisted that the pallino never moved. I'm not sure of all the details but it ended up not mattering much. And to be honest, what are the rules if your team is the one who moved the ball by accident? Regardless of when this happened during Game 3, it had no bearing on the outcome of the match because Mike had a great shot to give us a point anyway.
We scored two in the first frame of the comeback and we were on our way again. Mitch and Jim tied it at 3. Mike and I added two more points to give us a 5-3 lead.
And then it came down to Jim and Mitch. Jim led off with a perfect first roll. So perfect that Boccelism missed the next four shots. So we had three balls left to try to beat Boccelism for the first time ever! Mitch missed. Jim missed. But they were only missing to set up the dramatic final shot. In my hysteria, I forgot who rolled the winning shot (even though I knew who was taking it mere seconds before) and had to verify during the celebration who had actually rolled it.
We raised our winning percentage against the champs to a sparkling .200.
Game 1
SHR and Jim
Beth and Mike
Game 2
Mitch and me
Beth and Sarah
Game 3
Mitch and Jim
Mike and me
Mitch texted Dave (Boccelism's number one fan) this message.
It was a great night all around. I even made peace with Bashley of Po-Town.
Final regular season record: 4-2
The celebration continued onto the streets of Brooklyn. This is next year!
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Allez les IYWMB! Great ball, and text message, from the DT.
Hasta la victoria siempre.
dn
Watching Mitch's last roll gave me some crazy sports emotions!
This is what I will say about the measuregate (and I am only called it measuregate, because DMR just told me the other day now there should be a moratorium on adding "gate" to incidents). During the measurement, their Captain and I both saw the pallino get nudged slightly towards the green ball. We were both practically standing on top of RTB who was doing the measurement. It was not a mirage out of some Haruki Murakami book. It happened. Like, for real. I think it is completely arrogant, foolish and an example of poor sportsmanship to then have someone come over from 15 feet away and claim that "well, from over there I didn't see anything move." Not only does that, at least in my book, make you a cheater, but you're also basically calling your Captain, who had a much better vantage point, a liar.
see you in the finals.
Who's Dave... I didn't think we had fans.
capt-o-lism
Capt-o-lism,
Of course you have fans. People only hypothesize about your virginity and member size because they are OBSESSED with you.
All the best,
Beth aka Love Touch
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