WPI Bullets

2002 East New England Div. II Club Sectionals

Held at the "fields" at Fitchburg Airport, this year's East New England Sectionals brought 10 Div. I teams led by Nationals and Worlds contenders Death or Glory as well as 16 Div II teams.

Photos by Dave Dunlop:

Time to get your ass outta bed, Aman... we got disc today! Chillin' out in front of Alumni waiting for our ride.

Trying to keep ourselves occupied. Our chariot finally arrives.

Rick sporting the hottest new trend in headwear. Yep. Those are shards of glass... Yep. Those are the fields we played on.

Pre-game field cleanup. Warm up.

This team was the first to set up camp in the only shady spot on the fields. Mike Breen and V-Rock smilin' for the camera.

I have no idea who these teams are, but the guy closest to the camera is tall! Sloppy O.

Double D looking upfield. Seven on the line. Aman, Double D, Dave A, Dan, Rick, Staples, and E.O.

Double D winding up to pull. Threading the disc through two Taco Wagon defenders.

Aman and Staples work the disc though Taco Wagon's man defense. Waiting for their offense to set up.

Evan checks it in. Jay, Mark, Steve, Staples, Double D, Klos, and Evan chillin' on the line.

Jay puts it right through Taco Wagon's cup. Double D with the score. Aren't you going to show the disc?

Klos on the mark in a zone defense. Gilligan is amazed by the Skipper's huge mark.

D-Fence. Steve and Evan reading some swill.

The action was so intense that Staples couldn't take his eyes off the field. Rick and a Taco Wagoner reading a huck

Jay fetches the disc. Inside-out forehand from Jay to Evan.

Rick with the grab! ...and Rick looking for the dump!

Evan looking for flow. Rick has the sidelines mesmerized with his disc-reading skillz.

More zone defense. Dan's opponent throws up his hands in defeat as he gives up in the race to the party potties.

Look at that cup!! It be tight! After the game Staples attempts to infiltrate Brandeis' team.

Rick intimidates the cameraman with his bloodied forearm. But is forced to retreat when threatened with broken light bulbs and coat hangers.

"What's my name?!" Anyone else familiar with the Conan O'Brien skit, "The Shirtless Moron?" I don't know what made me think of it.

Laying down probably wasn't the best of ideas. "President Bush We Are Not a Threat"

The plane, Boss! The plane!!

Photos by Darren Mace:

Rick is bewildered by this mysterious piece of flying plastic. Evan put all he's got into this throw.

Rick only wishes he can jump that high. James making nice use of his pivot.

As Mace put it, it's the battle of the battle of the fancy yellow socks. Greg Case beats his long-armed defender.

Austin throwing a backhand past his large-haired mark. Dave Hickman with the leaping grab.

Look out! Barnes has the disc! Austin with a quality pancake catch.

James with the forehand. Alligator! Alligator! Eat 'em Up! Eat 'em Up!

Nate and his defender going to the disc. V-Rock pancakes the disc.

Travis with the monster travel. Mike Breen with a nice catch.

James gets the forehand off. Travis bobbles the disc.

	Time to get your ass outta bed, Aman... we got disc today!		Chillin' out in front of Alumni waiting for our ride.
	Trying to keep ourselves occupied.		Our chariot finally arrives.
	Rick sporting the hottest new trend in headwear.		Yep. Those are shards of glass... Yep. Those are the fields we played on.
	Pre-game field cleanup.		Warm up.
	This team was the first to set up camp in the only shady spot on the fields.		Mike Breen and V-Rock smilin' for the camera.
	I have no idea who these teams are, but the guy closest to the camera is tall!		Sloppy O.
	Double D looking upfield.		Seven on the line. Aman, Double D, Dave A, Dan, Rick, Staples, and E.O.
	Double D winding up to pull.		Threading the disc through two Taco Wagon defenders.
	Aman and Staples work the disc though Taco Wagon's man defense.		Waiting for their offense to set up.
	Evan checks it in.		Jay, Mark, Steve, Staples, Double D, Klos, and Evan chillin' on the line.
	Jay puts it right through Taco Wagon's cup.		Double D with the score. Aren't you going to show the disc?
	Klos on the mark in a zone defense.		Gilligan is amazed by the Skipper's huge mark.
	D-Fence.		Steve and Evan reading some swill.
	The action was so intense that Staples couldn't take his eyes off the field.		Rick and a Taco Wagoner reading a huck
	Jay fetches the disc.		Inside-out forehand from Jay to Evan.
	Rick with the grab!		...and Rick looking for the dump!
	Evan looking for flow.		Rick has the sidelines mesmerized with his disc-reading skillz.
	More zone defense.		Dan's opponent throws up his hands in defeat as he gives up in the race to the party potties.
	Look at that cup!! It be tight!		After the game Staples attempts to infiltrate Brandeis' team.
	Rick intimidates the cameraman with his bloodied forearm.		But is forced to retreat when threatened with broken light bulbs and coat hangers.
	"What's my name?!"		Anyone else familiar with the Conan O'Brien skit, "The Shirtless Moron?" I don't know what made me think of it.
	Laying down probably wasn't the best of ideas.		"President Bush We Are Not a Threat"
	The plane, Boss! The plane!!

	Rick is bewildered by this mysterious piece of flying plastic.		Evan put all he's got into this throw.
	Rick only wishes he can jump that high.		James making nice use of his pivot.
	As Mace put it, it's the battle of the battle of the fancy yellow socks.		Greg Case beats his long-armed defender.
	Austin throwing a backhand past his large-haired mark.		Dave Hickman with the leaping grab.
	Look out! Barnes has the disc!		Austin with a quality pancake catch.
	James with the forehand.		Alligator! Alligator! Eat 'em Up! Eat 'em Up!
	Nate and his defender going to the disc.		V-Rock pancakes the disc.
	Travis with the monster travel.		Mike Breen with a nice catch.
	James gets the forehand off.		Travis bobbles the disc.