1 day #WUCC2014 It started with a day of game cancellations- unprecedented at a world championship. 25 phat players grounded and champing at the bit. What to do? We must play a scrimmage- but who? Revolver and zimmer at our hotel but no, we need to play against a country as loose and as laid back as us- Carlos- call up the south Americans! We get the green light from Dominican Republic, but at the last minute they pull out, because the taxi fare to the fields was going to be 190 euro-rip off! So over to the Venezuelans. Carlos finds out the name of their hotel, rings up reception and says Venezuela - luckily she understands and catches the last player left at the hotel- the rest have gone off to practice. By the way- it is BUCKETING RAIN. Nethertheless, the Yanonami are keen to play. So Carlos Gross, Greeny, Json Lopez, Wil Setoand Kirsty set out to find the mythical hotel and bring them back to play against the Phat. On the way, Carlos phone runs out of phone battery just when we leave the highway, and we have no idea how to get there. So in driving rain we use the force, and alot of swearing and confused directions from the locals to finally arrive at their hotel- BUT- reception now have amnesia, and they tell us there are no Venezuelans at the hotel, only Swedes. So we leave, defeated, but on the way back to the car, we see the Yanonami symbol on the back of 4 white buses- they must be in the village somewhere! But we cant find them so we try to head home without directions. leaving town, JLo spots a frisbee in the corner of a small field- its the Venezuelans practicing! Screeech, turn around, drive onto the field and stop them. Carlos negotiates, and convinces them to come and follow him like the pied piper. They stop practice and bring the 4 vans over and we head out- in the BUCKETING rain. But , Carlos, the Pied Piper without a map, gets lost with 4 vans in tow. We have to stop and ask for help again. Finally we get back to the hotel to get directions to our field, which the rest of Phat was now warming up on. JLO wanders off, and after a frantic search we find in him room talking to girls. meanwhile all the Venezuelan vans, with 30 drenched players, are waiting out the front for us with engines running. We grab JLo, and were off again. Exept this time, we are so fast that the last van misses the turn off from the highway. We stop again, and decide to leave them and continue on- so long as 7 of them make it we have a game, even though the lost bus has no map and they may never be seen again. But- in a miracle, the lost bus catches us and falls into line- what? How did they find us? They were so so lost- What were the odds? Finally we make the fields with all buses intact, and Phat have just finished their extended warm up! Whats more, the rain is gone and its sunny! We have a great game, with Phat too strong winning 15-9. But please, make sure all Phat players- praise Carlos for his Latin style at bringing us a game today against all odds- I mean- what were the odds?? #ForzaPhatChilly
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 22:09:54 +0000
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