The Manateez rolled up deep… 5 deep to be specific. The combination of 4th of July and people having lives culminated in a whopping 5 of us who were fully ready to go out and dominate… and we didn’t completely suck!
The game quickly turned into 2 handles (Evan and Van) and people cutting wherever they could (Max/Sam/Anton). Surprisingly, this kinda worked. By taking every open shot we had and not allowing stalls to get high, the manatees minimized turns and won a few 50/50’s
However, there was no stopping the Otters. Fletcher is just too calm and continued to hit whoever the open person was as the ‘Tees struggled to keep a zone going. All seemed lost until… *CRACK* *BOOM*… Mother Nature came to play. We proudly strolled off the field down 5-3 and then absolutely sprinted to our cars as the rain came in. Was it a win? No. But was it a loss? Also no.