So, we were playing ultimate frisbee in the snow this weekend.
It really IS a laid-back, easy-going, fun group.  However, they
can, on occasion, be, um, harsh.  And in this case, especially 
the females.  Two examples.  

First one.  As time went on, one guy on the other team would take off 
some of the layers he was wearing, since he was getting hot (think 
of a shorter, darker, hairier version of JRM, for those who know him).  
This involved taking off his jacket, shirt, and swapping a lighter shirt,
and this happened at least 3 times.  The females on my team expressed
their dismay quite plainly.  "He's doing it again!"  "Avert your eyes
or you'll go blind!"  "For the love of god, put more clothes on!"  In
mail, I made a comment to one about how, as the weather warms up in
the coming months, this activity will probably occur more frequently.
The response:

	oh god no!  not that!  i think i got my millenium's quota 
	of dave's naked torso on saturday.  still recovering.

Ouch.  Like I said, harsh.

Second one.  I initially thought Ryan's hands were cold.  I was wrong.
We played with looser rules, like you could tackle people and throw 
them into the snow if you felt like it, or gang up on someone if more 
than one person felt like it.  Such plans were not uncommon during the 
game.  There weren't many snowballs.  I guess this is why.  

One player, Ruth, decided she'd make a snowball and throw it at Ryan.  
Afterwards, I asked how hard she had packed it, and she said, "as hard 
as I was able to pack it."  I suspect that Ruth has the strength of 20, 
because at one point she picked up Dave and bodily slammed him down 
(Atomic Knee Drop?) to the snow, making a wonderfully solid resounding
<THUD!!!>, which delighted all of us, well almost all of us.  She said 
she figured he probably weighed much less than her because of their 
relative sizes and the ease with which she was able to heave him.  But 
she is not a huge person.  Thus, I'm figuring it must be a strength-of-20 
thing.  Side note: she also commented that she'd not come near him, to 
commit bodily harm upon him or otherwise, if he were not fully clothed 
and jacketed.

Anyway, Ruth decided to throw a snowball at Ryan's chest.  Ruth is
quite good with a frisbee, very accurate.  Apparently this skill doesn't
directly transfer to snowball throwing.  Ruth missed Ryan's chest.
Ruth did not miss Ryan's crotch.  Ruth felt quite bad about the whole
thing.  Ryan felt worse.  This was because two other players, Diane
and Sue, had decided, independent from Ruth, that that would be the
moment they gang up on Ryan and plow him down.  The poor bastard
didn't stand a chance.  I can only guess that he didn't see it coming.
Or rather, I can only hope.  I suppose I didn't mention that he was
also was feeling sick too that day.

I happened to be facing in the other direction, 30+ feet away, so I
missed all that was going on.  I just saw Ryan afterwards, standing 
there, doubled over with his hands between his legs.  

I thought that he had merely been pushed down and was trying to warm
up his hands after having them go in the snow.  I was wrong, Ryan's 
hands weren't cold.

Like I said, harsh...

--Frank (demonstrating the difference between comedy and tragedy).