This Blog Sucks

This is stupid. The last update was in freaking March. I'm guessing noone will see this, but I call upon all Goppers to do their duty and post smarmy shit about their training regiment and pictures of themselves playing frisbee. It is our sworn duty to emulate other frisbee teams by looking like d-bags on the internet, so get posting. I'll begin by putting up this photo of the outline of a person laying out.

Sean

P.S. If you are an unemployed Gopper/GOP alum, it is your duty to post TWICE AS HARD.

Summary

It's been a while since the last post so here's an update of the last 5 months or so. Most of GOP got fat and slow over winter break. GOP came back to school and got less fat and slow. GOP went to Vegas to play frisbee and celebrate national forty day. GOP went 7-2 with wins over teams like Gonzaga, Utah, UNLV, and Sand Diego State (check out the pictures!). GOP finished 3rd or 4th in the DII bracket. GOP will travel to Folly Beach, SC for spring break to stay in some beach houses and party with Ivy Leaguers. GOP may play some frisbee against said Ivy Leaguers. Results to come...

Congrats Sethmeyer!

Good news: Seth "Sethmeyer" Meyer '06 is now a member of the Wisconsin Hodags!
Bad news: Seth "Sethmeyer" Meyer '06 is now a member of the Wisconsin Hodags.

Congratulations to our favorite defensive stopper and alcoholic.

GOP in Spain!

GoP, this is Sean! As you can see in the above photo, our name has reached even the balmy shores of Madrid! Our reputation truly precedes us. This obvious plea for GoP in Spain leaves us only one choice: Sweet whirlwind reunion tour through central and western Europe. But not Eastern Europe, haha!

Love Sean

Various

1. Yesterday, GoP defeated St. Olaf's split squads 13-10 and 13-8 respectively. I saw a lot of good things, so let's keep up the great work at practice.

2. Next weekend, GoP will play at Exit 69. This is a great tournament because the competition is good, and we can sleep in our own beds at night. Returners will meet soon to decide who'll join GoP this weekend. Tuesday's practice will be open, but expect Friday's to be closed to only those who are invited.

3. Finally, a gem from Gaetan.

Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2006 03:39:19 -0500 [03:39:19 AM CDT]

Dearest GoP,

I write to you all at such a late hour and a slightly intoxicated state in order to
convey to you all a night of epic proportions. While many events may have transpired
tonight (sept 30th) I wish to tell you all one story in particular. While this story may
be long and slightly rambling, I trust you will read it. You will not be disappointed.

The charatcers: Myself, Carbomb, Ben Jacoff
Setting: The Rueb

Gaetan, Ben, and Carbomb were enjoying a relaxing, and slightly low-key, night out.
Being 21, we naturally were drawn to Northfield's booming nightlight-hub, the Rueb. As
we are relaxing and taking in the 'atmosphere' present à la rueb, we happen to notice a
large group of cowgirl-themed women enter the bar. It is apparent that this is not the
first establishment they have frequented tonight and two women immediately, for reasons
unbenknowns to myself, sit at our table. Pleasantries are exchanged and we become privy
to the information that, in fact, this is none-other than a bachelorette party. Plot
thickens.

[Fast forward to closing time]

Having meet the majority of the group by now we amble outside without any place to go.
One would guess that the bachelorette party would go its own way and our heros would head
back to their dorms to sleep. This did not happen. Ben Jacoff proceeded to extend an
invitation to bachelorette party. "I have booze at my house, why don't we head there?"
The entire group consults and decideds that this is not a great idea. Three ladies,
however, think otherwise. As the rest of the group enters a taxi and proceed to yell/try
and drag these three rebelious ladies into the taxi, they will have none o fit. Dammit,
these three ladies were going to go get drunk at some college guy's house whether their
friends liked it or not. They march defiantly to Ben's townhouse accompanied by myself,
ben, and the illustrious Carbomb.

[3:00am]

Okay I'm getting tired and while the whole narratyive thing is amusing and all, I'll cut
tot he chase. Bulletpoint style.

-Of three ladies, 1 married with two kids, 1 engaged, another single as far as I could
ascertain. (Coulda been trouble GoP. Coulda been trouble)
-All three live/work in the cities.
-All three ladies 28
-At 3.00am they attempt to go home. All taxis services closed. One suggest just
walking. At this point we say 'eayh go for it' (don't want to have to deal with bities
(sorry jon)). We ask where walking to. They say Dundass (Dundess? how the feckdo you
spell that?). We tell them that is a poor plan.
-Three head out. The one carbomb had been macking on for the entire night (engaged one)
comes back and stops him outside his house. 'I can't walk tonight, could I just stay
here maybe?' Carbomb does honourable thing and sends her backto friends (props CB).
Plus I don't want some fiancé guy hunt me down.

GoP: 1
Bachelorette party: 0

Gaetan.

out.

Congrats, Sundy.

In honor of Sunde's recent engagement, I have decided to post this small bit of hilarity from back in the day. Credit goes to Andrew Weiner '06, former captain of GoP.

May 8, 2005

Jerky McJerkass
300 North College Street
Northfield, MN 55057

Dear Jerky McJerkass,
Please forgive the tardiness of this letter, but it has for some time been my intention to communicate to you my displeasure with your most egregious behavior on the morning of Saturday, April 30th, 2005. In the paragraphs to follow I will set forth for you the events of that day as I recall them with the hope that you will come to realize what a big freakin’ jerk you were.
The much beloved GOP jambox was inoperable and we needed to acquire a suitable replacement with which to play our inspirational music throughout the day. Well before the beginning of the first game, several of our teammates brought it to my attention that such a replacement could be borrowed from the CANOE house kitchen. All we needed was somebody who could skip a good part of warm-ups to make the trip to CANOE house and back. We originally planned to force freshman Boris to go, but for various reasons we focused our energy on you instead.
You told us you were uncomfortable simply taking the jambox from CANOE house but if we wrote a note informing the residents of the location of their jambox, you would take it with you and leave it in place of the musical device. I then borrowed from you a marker and wrote a note on an old disc that belonged to GOP. The note read as follows:

Dear CANOE,
We have borrowed your jambox. This disc is collateral.
Love,
GOP

You took the disc and walked off in the direction of CANOE house. Several minutes later you returned without the jambox. When we inquired as to the outcome of your quest you responded, “Do you know how far away CANOE house is?! I am NOT going all the way over there!” At this moment, the honorable Tory Fitchett tossed you the keys to his car so that you could drive rather than walk the considerable distance. Nonetheless, you were still reluctant to go.
I pleaded with you and offered to compensate you generously if you went to CANOE house and returned with the jambox, but you informed me that there was nothing I could offer you that would convince you to go. Finally after much supplication you informed me that if we had a bye in the second round, you would go to CANOE and retrieve the jambox.
We did, in fact, have a bye in the second round after losing our first game due to lack of music, and I once again approached you to request that you retrieve the jambox. You angrily responded, “I never promised to go. I said I might go if we had a bye in the second round…and I’m not going to.”
Finally, Mr. Fitchett graciously lent his car to the honorable Ty “Fairy” Phelps and me. Mr. Phelps lent me sufficient funds to purchase batteries, because the bag of batteries we had had in our possession was now lost, and we drove to CANOE house where I procured the jambox from the kitchen counter leaving a note in its place.
I hope that, upon reconsideration of your behavior, you realize what a fucking tool you were being. I have replayed the events of that day hundreds of times in my mind, and each time the recollection causes me considerable agony. I am sure that you now realize that the appropriate course of action would have been to cease your stubborn shit-headedness and head our wishes. However, if you do insist on standing by your obstinate conduct that day, then eat my ass.

Grudgingly forever,
Andrew J. Weiner Esq.

Practice starts 9/11/06

Practice tomorrow will be at 4:00 at the Hill of Three Oaks. Don't be late. Bring cleats, water, and a light and dark.