After months of absence (called the summer and from work) back to the office, not a little proudly, with your favorite Stephen's account of Byron, 2008.
While the bulk of Viareggio already reaches 45 'from Thursday' evening, the wretched writer, who was on night shift, part Friday 'morning, about 3 hours sleep and waking up, shaking the walls from the holy occasion of inconveniences ( that if I do not sleep ...).
The journey by car and 'long, gray's mesmerizing wipers clean the glass from incessant rain and irregular while the signs of the outputs to float away. The player Lucio Dalla sings the sea and 'deep and is' an abyss of human wickedness. After about 3 hours
finally coming to the camps of Torre del Lago, where time is not 'better than it has accompanied me all the way and immediately called the 45 to join them to heat. Thing, disclose, there was an urgent need to view the temperature of beef, combined with wind and rain, which swept the beach. A little 'travel, two bad throws and someone pulls the disc (with the rain are the worst of tred my car in the wet) he ended off the coast of Genoa, smadonna someone else' cause the record was his third and individual offers to retrieve it and found that the water in reality 'is hot and you are not so' bad (ok ok, clarification: There are no underwater volcanoes in Viareggio, the fact was that the water was cold "svidria" but outside it was even more 'and then, for the theory of German socks and shorts, VOILA', the water was hot! ... amazing ...) In any case
si raggiunge il fatidico orario di apertura delle danze dove i 45 Giri conquistano la prima, faticosa, vittoria della giornata nonostante alcune lacune e incomprensioni dovute alla mancanza di allenamento sia di squadra che su sabbia. Drammatico il ritorno nel mondo degli spettatori, con le maglie bagnate e poco posto per poter appendere e tenere asciutti giubbotti e felpe. Qualcuno aveva tirato fuori un sacco della spazzatura per tenere asciutti i vestiti, mentre il sottoscritto aveva messo il giubbotto sotto un tavolaccio a bordo campo, sperando nella clemenza del vento. Ci raggomitoliamo nei nostri indumenti umidi e ci prepariamo per la seconda partita rintanandoci al bar.
Finalmente smette di piovere (forte) e la seconda partita ci vede piu' carichi e decisi: carriers and dogs taking a lead, the bowl is tested 3-1-1 and bring home some records. The game ends with another victory for the 45 Turns. Someone
enticed going to see the opponents of the last game of the day are discovering that a group of girls (in) and Finnish. The comments are wasted.
They open the clouds and 45 are preparing for the match, whose bad habit and 'visible from the first half: the Finnish girls (the freezegirls) were little more' that accompanied their children (the freezeboys, finished sixth in the second category) and 45, a sketch of sportsmanship '(which immediately criticized by Ricky), patterns are beginning to feel hope I am wrong. Despite all of the 45 playing the lovers of xylitol 13-0.
Arriva the agonist order of the matches, the budget and 'more' than positive (between wins, three) and 45 are full, someone renounces the hot shower and even sacrifices himself to go to the store and to feed the eight sewers. In the evening, in front of a plate of pasta and define HUGE 'to spite him, the Gigi pulls out a green light above it a clear representation of the panda (the animal) reminded the audience that it securely wrapped about 33 years ago an angel came down from the sky screaming "annunciaziò annunciaziò" arm carrying a stork carrying a fig in its beak that it hid under a small Pandino (man). In short: September 19 1975 was born our captain, who has led the ultimate in Forlì and allows the 45 Laps to stand (and sclera each time).
the evening, beautiful full, you go in the "Friday Party" Hoax of 2008, which corresponds to an open space on the campsite with a stage play that is nothing short of horrifying to a group that is able to extinguish the enthusiasm of those present. It is pointless spirit "burlesque" of the 45 laps in vain attempt to involve people with a limbo arranged. 3 am to 45 retire to face another hard day.
The second day of matches saw the 45 RPM winning two out of three teams (the only one lost, conscarto of a point, against the Belgian "OB" and then sees a circle somewhat anomalous, with the leader of the opposing team trying to teach the rules of the Ultimate). With these results are placed in their first round (again), and tackle for the fourth game of the day valid access to the pool of the 1st-4th place, the team of Junior CUS Bologna. Despite the incredible effort made by the 45 unfortunately the game is lost, once again, with a gap of one point: the experience had to yield to the young age 'and to (exaggerated) of foreign exchange available to the opposing team. See photos explanatory. At the end of game
Forli and Bologna plunge into the sea to celebrate the end of hostilities ', a boar will' cooked and wine will be 'paid and women will be brought into the camp of the two armies.
as a warning not to shake hands right and left Ricky will pay 'a beer at the Morri.
In conclusion, 45 are placed for the third day, in round 5-8th place.
Mirabile the cunning of Mara, at the end of the day, in the eyes to the clerk at the supermarket for us to open (but then, the wretched, to discover that behind her there were four other people, dirty, smelly and hungry as well) 20.30, after shooting for half an hour between Viareggio and Torre del Lago to seek an open and plunder of beers and cioccolta (and other useless things like pasta and tuna). After dinner we organize the machines and you put make-up for the party.
finally arrived on Saturday evening and with it the zombie-themed party Saturday.
Once again foreigners give proof of how (despite the name) are frighteningly out in the Spirit of Party (SOTP) and while most Italians were not loaded (exception 45, and of course those of Wait Frasba) despite the cold " pig "in many of the night were hit, going around half naked (for the happiness' of the regulars at Torre del Lago) and staging of scenes elite" zombesche "to the delight of the people on the street. Remarkable, really.
In any event, the evening goes well with a nice band office (which he later repeated the same songs of the night before but, gosh, really more 'offices), and many people ready to have a feast.
be remembered for posterity, the scene of a couple of local kids that have seen some frisbisti when loaded down from the shuttle bus, they escalamato: "Hey, but there 'a party? I'm coming!" ...
At 4 am we retreat to our camp to rest. Everyone, except myself, who discovers to his amazement that the trick that had given the party was none other than latex, in a layer too thin to remove poterselo easily and had to raschiarselo off the face with a knife, literally.
arrives on the last day of games. I 45 Giri won the first of 13 to 1 against the German Woodchicas (healing an old debt competitive), thanks to the 2-2-1 cup but then missed the second and final against the Belgians Slijpschrijven (already 'met and, among other things, fought in the first day) of different lengths. Here too, the fatigue has played a key role, losing cold and polished 'than ours. At the end of games
someone flees the camp to evacuate, while others cazzeggiano drinking beer and waiting for the ceremony.
the undersigned is concerned with getting drunk on duty before beginning the return trip, and happy, you will enjoy seeing the final against the winners CUSB Senior Sexxxpensive. Mirabile the race, half 'game of two girls "naked as a mother has made for the entire length of the field collecting the whistles and cheers of the audience.
As a last stage of the long journey of 45 by Luciano gather in a circle Endas Barisan, to end their hunger permanently.
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