45giri to Paganello. Battle Report. SPRING CUP 
western film music in the background (always with the old Clint) and bale of hay rolls driven by the wind. Calm, stifling heat and crickets are interrupted by the sudden arrival of a stagecoach drawn by four horses that stops, roaring e nitrente, alzando una nuvola di polvere. Il cocchiere si accascia a terra con la testa sanguinante e da dentro la carrozza escono gemiti di dolore e paura. Tutto il paese si allerta, c'e' chi corre e chi inciampa; vengono poste domande inutili che ricevono risposte vaghe ma tutti i passeggeri sono morti o in fin di vita.
All'improvviso il cocchiere rinviene, a malapena e mormora qualche parola che a stento viene sentita:
"I 45 Giri sono stati presi al Paganello 2009"
Ok ok, iniziare a riempire un foglio bianco e' l'incubo di ogni scrittore, abbiate pazienza, visto che non ho la verve di un Stephen King (ne la sua capacita' ormai pluri-decennale di riciclare) mi concederete questo Incipt un po' strano per onorare la nostra Paganello participation in 2009. In reality, 'this has a good sense,' cause the call, and 'came really unexpected and very late, however, turmoil in the ranks of the leading 45 laps. I could hardly believe it myself and I have asked numerous' times to confirm Captain Panda. In any case, the
Paganello 2009 begins as usual with the Welcome Party, who sees something like 1500 athletes from around the world meet in the main arena to eat fried fish and drink wine, kindly offered by the organization (and this "politely" then it ridiscutero 'the next morning, when I struggled with the acidic' stomach and the idea of \u200b\u200beating mouthfuls of sand to see if absorbed a bit 'of bile did not seem so' ugly). My adventure Paganello beginning, I said, with someone who just pushes me gently in the grip of delusions of music and alcohol, making me spill half the vineyard (if this was true of grapes) on light-colored trousers worn for the occasion causing my howl of frustration (a which overlaps the echo of another howl, 70 miles away, my mother). Despite this the atmosphere and 'insufficiently charged, the scherzoni are wasted on the sand, so that there' s just people rolling in the sand and standing.
one o'clock we retire to the home of good Gigi in Riccione and prepare ourselves psychologically to the hard day's Ultimate awaiting us the next day.
The pool does not bode well: three strong teams as the first day and, with the exception of UFOs, lost "only" 14 to 8, the other two games vegono badly lost between discs and not taken the wrong cast. The Los Ox (then reached the final) encountered at seven in the evening between cold and windy side, we will fight hard. The beating and not 'both physical and moral Californians have played 30% of their ability' letting us weigh in the circle. The undersigned during the day clashes with the poor organization of the edible Paganello, providing ticket 6 (corresponding to 3 bowls of pasta or 6 beers) for 4 days of play, coming to consume only the first three days. Memorable organization's commitment to put all of the urinals on the "territory" when the three-quarters of paganellesco players (not just 45 RPM) and can be eliminated liquid wastes into the sea the day before ...
At the end of the day, the mood and 'heavy underfoot, only the love of Leah, Daniel and the FRA in preparing food and drink there so heartened that some have even wanted to go out at night. Grandparents of the situation is me, Gigi and Diego, toast, we head to the more 'near Riccione bar sipping whiskey and rum vintage by real gentleman, thinking about being and becoming and drooling after the first summer necklines .
course frisbisti 10 and 2 figures in one house could not only lead to degradation of hallucinatory scenes, with sequences of burps, farts and battutazze worthy of Animal House. The level was so high that Captain Panda was found the morning after sleeping with thumb and little finger of his left hand raised near the front in the anti-known sign 45giri known to belch.
The next day we are on the field at 8:30 in the morning, already 'ready to run and warm up, despite the damp' scary, I decided to bring home a victory. Despite the result the match against Syndromes sees us still taken very successful with players and throwing well-placed. Only time it unlikely upsets and causes us to lose 12 to 3. Memorable
the plunge in the rasta goal: to save the point from a hard sore launched our hero plunges headlong by getting a contraction in the neck for the backlash with the ground (which was, yes, sand, ma con tutta l'umidita' che c'era mancava solo un po' di calce ed era cemento). Il fisioterapista del Paganello rimettera' in sesto il nostro eroe tirandolo, spingendolo, massaggiandolo e "scrocchiandolo" a dovere prima di sguinzargliarlo di nuovo verso i campi.
Stefano finisce gli ultimi ticket.
La seconda partita la giochiamo contro i germanici Good Old Boys contro i quali ci portiamo a casa una tirata vittoria (12 a 8) e qualche battibecco probabilmente geneticamente residuo dalla prima guerra mondiale; per pareggiare i conti il nostro Robert chiamava "travel" ad ogni soffio di vento arrivando a sfiancare psicologicamente i germanici amanti del calzino. Il rasta, entusiasmato dal tuffo della partita precedente, ormai salta e si tuffa come a salmon in the river slope causing exclamations (fear .... that was broken at all) by the public.
This led 'to the third and final game of the day, at four in the afternoon, against the English Mustard from Norwich famous, just happened to CDE spicy. The giallovestiti fought by our heroes are now rapidly rising psychological 11 to 6. The writer, having virtually no active part in the game, you volunteered for the game to end the circle that provides a challenge to those who eat the most 'English mustard against a mustard-dependent. Here, too, Italy beat England on the whole line, as He has chosen for my insensitivity 'to spicy (subsequent trips to the bathroom separately) finendomi a jar of spicy mustard "finger", under the astonished eyes of the British. Only a powerful Erdinger succeed 'to let me go an hour later, upset stomach probably derived from the ingestion of radioactive substances.
So begins' the party on Saturday evening, needless to say, and you 'be one of the biggest parties' like the last time. The band playing was really charged and held in the evening walk to the summit where, demonstrating that we are all citizens of the world and very few sports such as Ultimate still manage to unite the people listed, I have said, to a present for all sixteen countries who met Paganello screaming and jumping.
beers have been literally wasted, That evening, most of them on my clothes (also in sweat, of course) it touches a hair out of the seminar by the patrons of the festival (who was there knows, let me not repeat). About two o'clock in the morning, when the band leaves room for the DJ most of the 45 slowly withdraws into their camp. Only a few of us remain to uphold the honor of the team at the party, staying up at 4 am.
the third day, however, pay a pledge of revelry the night before with players less active and subsequent launches unsafe. The day 'dull and although fortunately it does not rain, wind and humidity' knock down the 45 laps in the trees like leaves in autumn making us lose all matches sommato alla nostra portata. Il sottoscritto praticamente e' nullo in campo. Fede esce dal Paganello infortunato dal giorno prima con una costola probabilmente incrinata da uno dei "ragazzi" dei Good Old Boys e viene sotituito da Roberto "Calcio" Calcinelli che, fresco e ripostato, ci deliziera' di ben 2 mete con ottima lettura su sparone e di una bellissima presa con tuffo all'indietro "in meta", peraltro assolutamente inutile in quanto ancora a metà campo....
La sera si va a mangiare in un ristorante a Riccione e la serata passa in modo tutto sommato tranquillo. Lo zoccolo duro dei 45 partecipa alla festa al Coconuts, gli altri piu' anziani, me compreso, si rifugiano in un pub a bere birra e giocare a stecca.
Il quarto and last day we saw against the Panthers at 10.15 am in a game that is lost by one point to the CAP. The 45-fight with all his strength but the festivities of the previous evening, a little 'tired and a strong wind play a factor. A bit 'of despair reigns in the 45 RPM that you give alcohol to forget the fatigue and stress, are made to the usual photo and one of the main field spaparanza on board to enjoy the finalona guncotton between the British and the ICU Los Ox Americans with the sun, merciful, to warm the weary limbs of martyred heroes noistri.
At the end of the game reckoning Paganello and there is going to raise the curtains and clean the house Gigi realizing how a vacuum cleaner is a device absolutely infernal able to conceal deadly pitfalls and how useless it is to drift away from groped Riccione rush hour Monday in the return of the 'evening of Easter ...
Finish.
