It is never sunny in Philidelphia

Although SB 010 was looking to be boy-less, some last minute scrambling from Lauren set up a sweet party Thursday night to pack what is normally accomplished in a week, all in to one epic night. Since the boys were unwilling to move practice to start the celebration at a reasonable hour, we were left to wait until after practice; 1:00 am-5:30 am. With a beach bum theme, the puzzles didn't take long to complete before the bag began to be slapped and dancing commenced. As the party raged through the night, people began to make their way to the beach (home) and inevitably no one was left standing.

12:00 pm Friday: Departure time for Philly.

As we jumped in the cars, plans were set for making it to Pennsylvania just in time for games. As we received a text from Michelle that our first game was at 7 AM, our captains got a look of terror realizing that our ETA was set at 6:30 AM. As we vowed to make it work, Michelle came through for us (once again) and graciously gave us a noon game to allow a little more time. As the lead car, we (Jazz, Jessy, & Gap) we were in charge of picking up the stragglers. First stop was Des Moines to grab Jenny from Drake. Then we headed to Chi-town to snag Lauren and hit the road again. As we all learned a little bit about how awesome Jenny is for creating "IPEX," the new Drake Women's team, we made our way across the country.

The drive was relatively uneventful with the exception of #1 in our "Series of unfortunate events."

#1- Hoistad's car gets a ticket for following our own caravan too closely.

Although we all wished really, really hard and watched "it's always sunny" in hopes of sun, we reached State College in a down pour. We checked into a hotel for a nice 4 hour nap before our first game versus Ottuwa.

Game one vs. Ottuwa:

With the loss of the flip, this game went to Ottuwa. They were a fun bunch of ladies to play with, and I really enjoyed it when they started speaking French on the field. This really is the ultimate tool because none of us are anywhere near fluent in French! Conditions were so miserable in this game that neither team scored an upwind point, and there were times when both teams were just wishing for the game to end regardless of its outcome.

Ottuwa 3-4

With a bye before our second game, we headed to a burger joint to warm up. As we all stripped down in the entrance, the locals looked at us like we were crazy. As we tried to stop shivering, we ate what we could and ran to the tiny local laundry mat to attempt to dry our clothes in 30 minutes. As we all stood in our skibbies, we laughed at Bosco as she fell out of the dryer and almost broke her tailbone. Unwillingly, we headed back out into the cold 35 mph wind and rain.

Game two vs Brandeis:

With spirits very low, we started the game in a whirlwind. Too cold to function, drops were everywhere and throws were uncatchable. In the roughest game Scorned has played yet this year, we fell to our own mistakes. What seemed like a close game was taken away from us in a run with 2 upwind scores by the Banchees. Although the game was completely miserable, these ladies from Boston proved to be wonderful with great spirit throughout the game. We really hope we can play them again in better conditions!

Brandeis 4-8



Due to the new tournament setup and limited fields, Scorned ended up only having two Saturday games and four Sunday games. While we originally thought this would be detrimental, it proved to be quite beneficial as the conditions on Sunday were much more playable. We headed back to the hotel to get out of our clothes and grapple to get something productive out of the day. On our way back to the hotel, in the midst of an accidental unnecessary lane change, we provided a local with a puddle splash bigger than his entire body. Although this was super unfortunate for the man, it did lift our spirits a little bit. :)

Back at the hotel, showers were taken in true spring break fashion: 3+ people in there at once. The bathrooms were destroyed with the mud from our bodies and some older ladies took clothes to the laundry mat so that day two would be possible uniform-wise. Dance practice resumed from Throwndown in the hotel's conference room, and what started as semi-productive, turned into a serious 3 hour class on how to be awesome. Love was our teacher, and we got half of our dance routine down pat!

After dancing up a storm, the ladies started a variety of activities including, eating at Perkins, chillin’ in the hallway, visiting College Street for some Penn flavor, meeting a Warlock, seeing the Dixie Chicks wannabes, and just being ridiculous in the rooms.

An 8 am wakeup from Jazz and Chelle reminded us all that we came to this state to play frisbee! A central region match up was first on our plate Sunday with a game against the notorious SOL. We were pretty upset that they didn't provide any sol Sunday, but we couldn't stay mad long once we saw their shining faces.

Game three vs Wisconsin Eau Claire:

With temperatures the same and the presence of rain still there, the only improvement to Sunday was the decline in wind speeds. This was a HUGE difference though! SOL threw their cup on us and while the game started off as its normal neck and neck battle, EC began to pull away just before half. Their zone defense completely ruined Jazz and my plan to run Robyn all over the field to tire her out (we knew, due to our friendship factor/fb stalking, she was sick with bronchitis). Drops and crappy throws were the name of the game once again and Scorned's enthusiasm plummeted as the game went on.

Wisconsin-Eau Claire 5-11

With a bye, ladies ran around trying to find food, shelter, and Jazz's wallet before meeting back at the fields.

Game four = Quarters vs. Maryland:

As we came out on to the field, the game started with a fight putting us somewhere around 3-3 when Becca decided to change the way the weekend was going and save the day. She got the stats book out! Apparently, this is what it took for us to turn around our game, and we went on a run to take the game to half. As we stood in the huddle, the only words that anyone could find were "Hey, we're winning. Our coaches might not kill us after all." Dumbledore cheers were used way too much and L-Dawg finally got a field cheer as well. Spirits were lifted and we started playing like Woman Scorned again.

Woman Scorned 12-4


With another bye before our last two games, Scorned split up and headed out in to the town of State College. This leads us to unfortunate event #2.

#2: Three cars head to town to eat at Golden Wok, but park in a parking lot nearby with no signs about parking. They come out 30 minutes later to find their cars towed because Arby's apparently claims they have a sign saying it was Arby's parking only. Total cost to Woman Scorned: $315.
Total cost to Arby's: 15 girls who will never eat at Arby's again (at least on ult trips)

Thankfully, Becca is addicted to Quedoba and that car was spared (along with Mikey's car which chose to stay at the field and fall asleep with it running and heat on high-the smell inside was horrific.)

Game five = Semi's vs Penn:

As we cheered "F*** Arby's" Scorned took the field against our 2009 nationals competitors. Remembering the game from last spring, we were determined and re-amped. As both teams battled hard, Scorned continued to reemerge from our temporary shell, and Lady Pesch learned how to play ferocious defense with a sky D. While Pesch played an amazing game, Jazz takes the cake with a sick layout grab against Opi in the end zone for the score. Jazz also had a great huck D with her face, early on in the game that she took like a champ. Penn proved to be great competitors and very nice on the field. We also greatly appreciated their sympathy towards our Arby's incident.

10-8 Woman Scorned

Game six = Finals vs. Cornell:

A whole new team, yet still very cold and tired, we powered through into our last game. As we sat in the huddle, I calmly explained the very basic theology behind this game being the finals game, and we all agreed that if we won this, we would win the tournament. (good thing “pool play games” don't really matter!)

Coming out strong against Cornell, we pushed the score as both teams grabbed upwinders. Scorned broke away to take half and much to our delight, Cornell approached us to request a quick halftime. After half, we continued to fight strong as injuries and the weather took its toll on our numbers. With a strong sideline and a rejuvenated willpower, Scorned took the finals game and ran to our cars ready to get the heck out of the cold!

Woman Scorned 8-6

As we stood on the line during the last game the brilliant idea came to mind to take showers before the 15 hour drive home. As we attempted to break into the Rec center, we found ourselves looking at a fully functional shower room filled with little girls and tutus. A little upset, but not discouraged, Lauren led us to the next brilliant plan and #3 on the list of unfortunate events.

#3 Using the Men's locker room at the Penn State Rec Center.

As we entered the locker room cautiously, we called out "men?" and learned there was in fact a man in there. We waited outside and stripped down to very limited clothing. After he exited (and we sent away like 3 guys looking to enter) we headed in. What we did not know was that there was another very naked man in the shower. He then proceeded to get quite angry at us, and we were forced to run out and head home without showers.

The ride home went smoothly for the most part, with the exceptions of bad events #4 and #5.

#4: Coming out of a toll, we over shot our top speed and before realizing it, a cop did for us. $95 dollar ticket.

#5: The one car that ventured down to Georgia in search of some warm weather, had a mild collision with another car causing damages that will no doubt result in more $$$.


Although a rough start to SB 010, Scorned was able to come home knowing in our hearts that we won the tournament and with a promise from Michelle to "see what she can do" about getting us a trophy or team Patagonia shorts. With no hatred towards any PEOPLE (besides the two cops and the Arby's people), we all vowed to never return to Pennsylvannia again- it really is the worst state ever to exist.

On a final note- we are all quite broke now, and would really love it if you would buy a Woman Scorned Disc. They are only $10 and totally worth it!

-Gapstur

***This blog may contain some false or embellished information. Also, sorry for the terrible pictures. My camera didn't make it out much and when it did, the water seeped in and caused fogging.