The All*Star Thursday Chronicles: September 27, 2007

The All*Star Thursday Chronicles: September 27, 2007

As the days grow shorter (is that an oxymoronic phrase?) wegenerally try to JAM one hundred pounds of Shred into a 2 Kilo bag. Most everyone arrived early and got down tobusiness pretty quickly. In attendancewere Quinn-O, Bradford T., Fearless Lou, TheAgeless Trevor Brown, TedShred, Doug E. Fresh, The Oracle, Kevin, EmperorRob ‘n Sue, Jestin Heaver, Liam (anothernew Dad) Heaver, Ralph Heaver, and Mary-Mary.

The Ageless TB, Fearless, and Kevin got up and did somedamage with Trevor snapping off his angled backhand with much Zzzzzz. Kevin continued to making steady progress inboth throws and seals and my boy Fearless was crushing everything in hisway. Me? I was just about to bust some Jam when I heard Jestin Heaver proclaim“Paul…What are you doing?” Anytime onehears this question from Jestin, they had better be prepared because there’slike a disc coming in at high speed RIGHT NOW!!!! I could not refuse such an invitation and gotmyself going by jumping into a two-disc Heave with Jestin and Liam which wasoutstanding. I was at the point withboth gentlemen firing away at me while I kept returning the discsquickfastinahurry in kind. We got a nicerhythm and when I broke a sweat it was time for me to behave shredfully.

TO, Quinn-O, and Mr. E. Fresh were goin’ at it pretty hardand the voice in my head said “I’m Seizin’ It!!!” and I dove into the deep endof the pool. There was lots of movementright from the start. Quinn the Southpawwas in fine form as is his norm, while Fresh was simply brilliant. You can’t call a guy like Stump underratedbecause of the level of his play and longevity, but sometimes folks neglect tomention him among the best of the best. He’s not spectacular like TO nor a mystic like Joey but he is always inthe right place at the right time, making or calling the right play. Something must’ve looked Hein because suddenlyThe Oracle strode towards the four of us planted his feet and said “Don’tworry, I’ll make it work”…as if any of us was gonna complain about hispresence? And thus began what became the Jam of the Day.

The Flow burst forth like a torrent with severalmulti-O’Malley’s and a couple of almOst’Malleys. Joey nailed three Scarecrow brushes and mostimpressively, when Fresh said “Spat this…” on cue, he hit said Spat (a changeof angle foot brush) so perfectly and so casually that it looked like anoptical illusion. It was just magical. Shreddy Teddy was equally inspired and hemade his bid for Combo du Jour. Afterdoing his patented front roll, behind the head roll, and roll to the elbow set,he spun twice to his right, brushed the disc back up, spun twice to his leftthen reaching down he went for Giti…Giti…DANG!!! Everything but The Girl. That wench dove out of the limo at the lastpossible moment. My own attempt at thespectacular was when I hit a Teabag set, looked up and heard the angelssinging, then turned and went for Gitis. It bounced off my hand and I hit the turf but heard Joey and Rob saying“way to go for it”. I’m still huntin’but I’m gonna get that bad boy this week! We kept this thing going until we were shrouded in the shadows ofevening. The Board decided that TheLovely Chrissy would be the Yella Designee. She got stuck on the GeorgeWashington Bridgefor three hours leaving The Tribe feeling terribly lonely--not to mentionthirsty. Another A*T in the books. Who’s coming in next?

TP, TJH

P.S. I'm going to put together a glossary of NYC Tribal vernacular beacuse so much of the A*TC's speaks about Teabags, Bodonkadonks, and O'Malley's.

P.P.S. I heard John O'Malley is in the Bay area somewhere. If anyone speaks to him, tell him TP sez Whassup.