Friday, October 24, 2008

Seperating O and D lines with limited numbers is Stupid.

Today we had limited numbers. Again. We split into O and D lines for practice, but we had to move a couple D liners to the O line just to make numbers even. The isue is that Henry chose to put a couple of the most athletic and experienced D liners to the O line, leaving the D line with a definite skill disadvantage. The Defense was left with me as the only handler and six inexperienced cutters. We were overpowered on every single matchup, so it was no wonder that we got destroyed in our scrimmage. To add obnoxious to insult, the O line decided to throw a zone on us whenever we received the disc going upwind. Without any real zone-line handlers( and no, I really am not one; I'm a pretty decent second handler in a line, and I can work with another handler who equally shares the burden, but I can't really take over a point), it was impossible for us to work the disc against the zone. Seriously, impossible.

Practices like that don't make any sense to a rational human being. The young, inexperienced players on the D line don't get any better just being tooled on by the O line. Young players only get better by playing with guys who know what they're doing, opening up space on the field to cut and telling them what to do. The O line doesn't get any better cutting on guys who can't possibly defend them. All that it does is add to the arrogance of our Offensive players, who are never actually tested until they're thrown into a game and are suddenly surprised to give up five breaks against a team who is actually playing DEFENSE on their pompous fucking asses.

Anybody who put an iota of thought into the lines would have seen that splitting up the way that we did was worthless, but Henry was too wrapped up in his assinine self to think about it at all. That kid love playing against the least experienced player on the field and abusing him as much as possible. This reached a culmination late in the game when the O line was probably up 12-3 or so on us. Henry was marking Chris, one of our least experienced freshmen. At stall 7 or so, Chris tried putting up a dump to me when Henry hacked him unforgivably across the mid forearm. Chris looked like he didn't know what to do, so I said, "Hey, call that foul!" Henry responded by snapping, "Oh, great Dave, fucking great." I just wanted to kick him in the fucking head.

Henry is acting a douchebag, and he isn't helping the team get any better through his bullshit. That fuck.

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