Loyal Order of the Moose

Oh dear. No one has posted here in like half a week. My sincerest apologies, and know that I fully intend to crank out posts most days this week.

Anyway, I spent a lovely weekend in Ithaca NY for Ultimate Sectionals. Most teams there had, I'd estimate, twenty people. St Lawrence ended the weekend with eight uninjured players, five jerseys, six pairs of cleats, and two discs. Also, they were the first games we've played this season (boo!). In the end, we came in seventh, a result that I'm perfectly happy about. But there were some amusing stories along the way:

- Drove past a lodge bearing a sign that proclaimed home to Ithaca's "Loyal Order Of The Moose." Some internet research has revealed that it's not as exciting as you'd think, just a Free Mason Lite sort of community bonding thing. Still though, how about that name...
- Also drove past a sign for Kwik Klean Auto Wash featuring "Soft Foam." That is the actual sign, quotation marks theirs. Quite apart from the deeply and painfully gratuitous misspellings, let us take a moment to contemplate what exactly soft foam is, and why on earth it's hanging out in between quotation marks.... There's this great stuff we all call "soft foam," but that's not what it actually is at all! Urgh. I can't think of any specific connotations, but that just sounds dead wrong.
- Rounding out the list of places I drove by this weekend is the Manos Diner, which made me chuckle. "Been hitting the Thighmaster, Torgo?"
- I really don't ever want to stay in a motel room with eleven other guys again, especially not when athletic events are involved. Pizza, used underarmour, beer, and various other scents combined to create a stench that almost drove me to sleep outside.
- As a freshman, I spent a good deal of time driving other people to places where they could have lots of fun and generally engage in activities that rendered them unable to drive themselves. Recieving a call an hour after I went to sleep and hearing "DUDE! WE'RE AT CORNELL BUT I THINK IT'S TIME TO GO HOME CAN YOU COME PICK US UP?!" is honestly the worst thing to happen, ever.
- Except for the fact that it was snowing Sunday morning while we played.

In other news, the top movies the last two weekends have been Fast and Furious and Hannah Montana. I think that speaks for itself. On a happier note, the captain who had been taken hostage by the Somalian pirates was rescued. By Navy snipers. I'd really like to think that after taking out his captors, at least one whispered to himself, in that deep Halo voice, "Head shot." Seriously though, pretty amazing story.