Game point.  Harvard has a man open in the endzone, but a diving forehand
falls well short of John Lai, and gives Brandeis the disc.  Two passes
later, Brandeis is moving towards midfield when Ken gets the D and picks
up the disc.  Brandeis is forcing forehand.  The force side and the break
side are both clogged during the transition.  The only open space is in
the right corner of the endzone.  The thumber goes up.  It floats towards
a streaking Charlie.  There is no doubt.  Game over.

The 13-4 victory improved Harvard's record to 2-0 for the day.  In the
earlier game, the BRedLine defeated a scrappy squad made up of
Northeastern students and a middle-aged caveman-turned-handler.  The
BRedLine offense was powered mostly by rookies, and the Crimson flow
improved quickly and constantly as the game wore on.  This, some hot D,
and Northeastern's inability to complete any pass that was not a force
side hammer gave Harvard the 9-5 victory.

Orange Whip from Bates College was next.  They featured two female
starters and a detachable mullet on an otherwise unremarkable squad.  A
few hucks by Ken and Barkett, some assertive cuts by Scott Asher, and some
great Ds by Steve Hackbarth, and a huge "contest" call by Dan Kahn after
he allegedly fouled a girl in the endzone were all it took.  Harvard,
13-7.

In the final game, Harvard faced an untested and undefeated MIT squad that
featured Toby's cousin Jay.  The game started out well for the BRedLine as
Charlie's double-paper defeated Jay's double-rock in the rochamb, but that
would be the last bright spot for the BRedLine til halftime.  In addition
to a zone that was as impenetrable as Adams House dining hall during peak
hours (no soup for you,) MIT used tight throws and tight marks to fluster
an inexperienced Harvard squad and take half 7-0.  The tournament was
being played at the Wheeler fields, in Seekonk, notRI, the scene of one of
the greatest comebacks in Harvard Ultimate history.  The BRedLine tried to
rekindle the magic of last year's Halloween comeback against UMass (w.  
15-13 after 1-8 half,) but all that could be mustard were two deep strikes
when MIT reverted to zone.  Not enough to ketchup, and MIT won the pool
with a 13-2 victory.

With 20 teams entered in the one-day tournament, there was not time or
field-space for a back-draw, and so Harvard left without a regionals bid,
but with great starts to many Harvard Ultimate careers, and some good
practice at unfamiliar positions for veterans.  Though this is certainly a
peak year for HMF, a second sun breaks over the horizon; the future looks
bright.

	- Charlie