Wednesday, December 13, 2006

In hibernation

This blog is in hibernation until next season. We didn't win anything good because we lost in the second round of the play-offs. Oh well, the season was a fun one. Now, I can focus on my joggling and my euchre playing and kickball and becoming the worlds most famous cosmetic chemist.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Playoffs? Next week.

Since the only thing that anyone is talking about these days is the weather...I feel it's important to note that due to the weather, the Urban Tribe could not play last Thursday. Oh wait, was it the weather or was it the lack of coordination by Chicago Sport & Social in announcing that it was canceled?
THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO HMMMMMMM...
The weather line had not been updated for over a week, the mailbox was "unable to accept messages" and someone didn't return the poles for the south court! What is one to do? A few of us made the trek to the courts by way of car, bus, taxi, train, etc, but it was all for nothing. Despite the return of the sun at exactly 6:30 pm, the courts weren't ready. But that's probably because the Sport & Social people were sending out an email to everyone at 6:40pm -- I guess they live by cliche "better late than never!"

The Shauertes, Romanowskis and Lisa represented the Tribe at Goose Island instead, where Shannon had to order "more beer" to cool her buffalo sauce stinging tongue and Lisa had to dissect every word of an email sent to her by a cute boy. At this time, a decision was made that the Urban Tribe would return to the kickball field this fall led by GM, Mark and Coach Perry. Stay tuned for more details and the tryout schedule!

(P.S. sorry about the photo, ladies, but I knew I'd get the boys attention at least!)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Seeeeervice!

This is my first blog ever and I now feel accepted to this new high-tech geek club - ha! The Urban Tribe played their little hearts out tonight and won 2 out of 3 games with our special guest player, Chris from Alberto-Culver. Each player on our team had accurate and consistent hitting, you can tell we are going to shine during the playoffs!

As for the second-half of the evening we all went to a new location for our victory food and spirits. This location was Four Farthings Tavern. The night was beautiful and we enjoyed our drinks while we waited for them to call our table. 20 minutes turned into 30 and then the guy that took our named disappeared too! We sat down soon after that to see that we were very under dressed to be ordering $30 steak dinners or fancy seafood dishes. Our five pieces of bread and small glasses of water arrived and were quickly consumed. After additional 20 minutes of waiting we had not even seen our waiter which caused us to get up and leave. So as you can see from the title of this blog, and as you hear Perry scream before each serve, this
Urban Tribe blog was about "Service" or lack there of.


P.S. We all ended up going to Blue Line Tavern and enjoyed our great dinner and drinks while watching Poseidon Adventure on the TV. See you at playoffs!

Sunday, July 09, 2006

You know what? F*** that!

That's how I feel about last week's game. The Tribe ran up against a team featuring Karch Kiraly masquerading as a rec-league beach volleyball player. Even so, the Tribe gutted out the games and almost pulled off the upset of the season.

Mayday (a.k.a. Radar) made her comeback in the first game after a brief stint on the DL the week before and promptly dived for a ball. That's right. Bad shoulder (with rumors spreading around the wigwam about a potential reinjury to the shoulder involving a bar stool and gravity), and Shannon is diving for digs by the lake. Would it kill Mark to dive once? Just asking.

The Tribe hung in tough during the first game with Chris digging, err I mean kicking, the ball over the net to keep a volley alive, but Karch and Company eked out a victory with a late run. The second game featured a Focker spike by Perry off the girl in the front row. No blood like in the movies, sports fans, and Karch's team somehow pulled out the point and the game despite the statement spike by the Joggler. No sweep here, though, folks. Solid play from Tom, Brian, Karyn (who played to the crowd with the return of her patented kick bump) and Lisa get the Tribe a W in the third game.

The post-game walk to Stanley's featured a failed science experiment by Mark with Mentos and Diet Coke. Not even an Argonne nuclear physicist passerby could save this science fair gone wrong.

Where to begin with the dinner at Stanley's? Water that tasted like it had been spiked with toxic chemicals. Cold macaroni and cheese. No cold Pabst. Ahh, but they still have the Drive-In Burger and peanuts.

Resolved, methane does not smell. Let the debate begin and on to the next game.

Monday, July 03, 2006

From the sidelines


Due to my shoulder injury (review last post for more details) I was relegated to the sidelines this week. I really enjoy playing beach volleyball so I was disappointed to be sitting this one out. Luckily, we were able to pull off a win despite being short three people - myself, Lisa and Mark. Brian helped out by bringing a sub, Megan, a fellow Sara Lee co-worker.

It was a lovely day at the beach - sunny, warm and not too windy. I was a little annoyed at the beginning as the other team was playing with four boys and two girls which isn't really fair (especially since they had an available girl on the sidelines!). They asked the Chicago Social Club worker about the rules and she simply said "I'm not sure, seems okay to me - it's just rec." Thanks a lot. However, despite our shady opponents, our team battled and we were able to pull off two victories. Lots of good serving from the team - Perry's serve was particularly tough for the other team to manage. Karyn seemed to be getting her serve back as well! Some good hits from Chris, Tom and Brian - Chris had a particularly good game. Great job team!

While we all were in a celebratory mood, there was a only a small group of us heading out for post-volleyball fun. Karyn and Tom had another obligation and our sub didn't want to stick around either. Chris suggested Bricks Chicago for some pizza and beer so we decided to try something a little different. We engaged in a lively conversation covering politics and civil liberties despite the loudmouths at the table across from us. Overall, a good evening! Lets hope we can keep up our winning ways next week. Go Tribe!

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Deer and Clothing in South Carolina

Hello Urban Tribe! After eight sunny days, 2000 miles, and one fabulously read (but not well written) book we’re finally back. Sorry to hear you weren’t able to pull out a victory in our absence. Hopefully this week we can turn it around.

Unfortunately, we’ll have to do it sans Shannon. As some of you might have heard Mayday McKenzie had a little mishap.

It was another beautiful day in Charleston, South Carolina when we set out on the fresh-cookie warm asphalt trail for our final bike ride. Thirteen minutes into the twenty minute ride, I looked up ahead and saw a slender, white-tailed deer bound across the trail. It passed over the road in front of us, stepped up to the banks of a still pond, awkwardly bent its stiff front legs, and began lapping.

As we approached, the deer calmly looked up in our direction. Birds chirped, the sun shone and the serenity was only enhanced by steady hum of the rubber tires grooving on the black trail surface. Sensing no danger, the hornless fawn drew its head back to the water.

But before quenching its thirst further an obnoxious black SUV came sputtering down the road. Little Bambi looked up again but with eyes opened wide. Her head frantically darted back and forth.

As I passed, the deer began to sprint across the road. But its hooves on the street started skidding and clicking. She stalled in place looking as if governed by the laws of physics found in cartoons. When she regained her footing she became an uncontrolled train barreling down a track.

And that track led right to Shannon. I looked back to see the brown battering ram crash squarely into her. The impact sent her flying into the wooded trail border along with the black wire bike basket and her sunglasses. As the criminal critter fled the scene, I skidded to a stop to aide my fallen bride.

Shaken and dazed, she stood up and began picking the foliage out of her hair. Even after being run over by a deer, Shannon likes to look good. After a few minutes of stunned silence Shannon attempted to complete the ride. But with her sore shoulder and overall weariness she couldn’t continue. A family of fellow vacationers drove by on a golf cart and kindly gave her a ride. Alone, worried, I rode back to the hotel towing the riderless cycle at my side.

When I finally met her in our room, she was comfortably recovering. Her shoulder was sore and we were still pulling grass out of her hair hours later.

It’s been three days and the soreness hasn’t left. Unfortunately, that means she won’t be able to aid us in our bid to break our volleyball slump. She’ll be there to cheer us on and hopefully be back to her breathtaking bumping next week. And Bambi…well one can only hope she avoids bikes and Broncos in the future.

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Thursday, June 22, 2006

Swept Again

Well, it was an interesting day to say the least. It started off with black clouds and thunder rolling into the Chicago area which prompted me to send an email to the team to check Sport and Social Club's weather line. But it was all for naught, as the sun was out by afternoon and our game was back on. We would have been better off if it wasn't.

At about 7:00pm, I get a call from Brian's wife, Robyn, that their garage is broken and they can't get the car out, so Brian's out. Tough luck because Mark was at the Sox game and Shannon and Perry are on vacation this week, and even though Lisa got one sub, that left us with only five. However, our sub asks a girl on the opposing team to play and now we have six, much to my dismay. I don't mind getting subs, but when it's from the team we are playing against, it kind of makes you wonder if they purposely miss some hits. I shouldn't talk though...she was better than me tonight. I think I was like 1/7 on the serves. I couldn't hit that ball over the net to save my life. Speaking of saves - Sorquist (now Schauerte) and Tom did a fabulous job of collecting points - at least the few points we got. Tom spent a large amount of his time digging us out of the sand and Sorquist's quick reaction hits saved us many times. Lisa's serves also garnered some much needed points.

The biggest points of the night were points of frustration. These were the usual not calling for the ball and surprisingly, the score. Sorquist got feisty and yelled at the other team when they didn't announce the score before each serve. But even her attempt to drive some competitiveness into the game couldn't help us - we got swept...again. We're hoping next week we can break the streak.

The end of the evening was perhaps the most shocking. After the game we went to Bar Louie and were enjoying our beverages on the patio in front when we heard a screeching of tires and turned around just in time to see a guy on a Harley Davidson with no helmet collide with a minivan. The sound was excruciating and the smell of burned rubber even worse. Lisa and I hid our eyes, afraid of what we were going to see when the spinning bike came to a stand still. Sorquist kept yelling at us to call 911 and many people jumped up and ran to the accident. The guy was moving. There was a lot of blood and a family of five emerged from the minivan. Let me tell you, the City of Chicago responded none too quickly to the accident. It probably took them at least 10 minutes to get an ambulance on the scene. The good news was the guy on the motorcyle was moving. Having front row seats, we all vowed to wear helmets in the future, even on our mountain bikes.