Sometimes Frisbee is not the winner

Last night in a not-so-hard-fought match of Frisbee vs the Weather Frisbee was absolutely pantsed going down faster than [EDIT: extremely inappropriate analogy removed here]. The weather had a full strength team of precipitation which was backed by a large array of boutique beers set to psych out anyone who tried to defend.

The Heroes club ventured all the way to Archive, in West End, which for some was a 100m stroll down the street, or for others it meant catching two buses, which in Brisbane takes 1 painfully long hour for what should be a 25 minute trip. Nonetheless most of us came prepared knowing that we would likely injure our sobriety muscle and would not be able to drive home. A few pickups even came along to play, including Lucy, Joel and Amy.

During the evening Heroes were forced to try out some new tactics, such as talking to each other about things other than Frisbee. For example I learnt that Adam Baker is married, and that Steph develops methods of hydrogen storage for work, whatever that actually means. Despite our enthusiasm not a single point of Frisbee was played, although Gavin did turn up at Annerley, after being too rushed to check his email.

In summary, beer was drank, fun was had by all. I think the final score was something like 11mm of rain and 100 beers to nil.