Pictures from the final day of Beijing Ultimate Summer League

Enjoy the photos. I'll be back with a recap later in the day. Videos here.


Best. Team. Ever.


Summer League would not have been possible without this man, Jeff Orcutt


Party bus! That's Guy with Yin, co-captain of Yellow Team, the Durian Assassins


Co-captain of Go Blue Yourself, Happy Rat, surveying his turf




Mike, Sandy, Shen, Wang Bin


No. 1 overall pick Jim, recently returned from the States




Russell and Kevin Reitz


Aw, look who wants to be Yellow (that team was originally all wearing red...)


Left to right: Casey, Sandy, Yin, Tianjin Nick, Wang Bin, Mike, Roger


Reid marking Xiaozhi


Jessica and Kelly, who scored almost all of Red's points (its first four of the day, anyway)


Robo Gabe and Reid



Xiaozhi and Joe P.


Kelly and Joe Classic


Third place team Biantaila


About to start the championship game, the Durian Assassins


Who else?


Happy Rat


Aaron Rosa


Shen, Sandy and Aaron


Joe and Rosa


Helen, MVP of Go Blue Yourself




Ganbei!


Not sure what's happening here, except that's co-captain of Red, Lauren

Not sure... in the background is Duo Yi, Most Improved award-winner on Yellow


Yang and Jason


Lauren


Back of the bus debauchery: Kevin with Sandy; Mike




Steven, co-captain of Red, looking at the camera




Yes, all Frisbee parties eventually dissolve into orgies, its participants willy-nilly.

Speaking of orgies, Kevin really wanted one by his lonesome with this gal:

As you can see...

Nanluoguxiang

In case you're wondering, Nanluoguxiang【南锣故巷】is my favorite nightspot in Beijing, an extended alleyway filled with bars and specialty shops. It's relatively unknown among the laowai population so it doesn't attract the lowlifes of Sanlitun or tourists of Houhai.

Nanluoguxiang is where these pictures were taken last night:




Later we went to a place behind Gulou【鼓楼】("Ancient Building," if you must be literal), where on the rooftop we played Chinese chess. I won the first game vs. Wang Bin and was well on my way to losing the second when we had to leave for some reason or other. I can't seem to remember because I was rewiring my "psychology" (Boehner's term) or doing things to others' psychology by stringing together -- creatively -- words that should not be said around polite company, even at a Beijing bar.

(Must share one of those terms: biquantao, which, I just realized, I didn't actually come up with, but, written a different way -- say, 逼全套 -- means something exceptionally impolite, something like, oh, cuntbag. Word does not describe any of my company.)

More pictures...





Sometimes joy this unfettered needs to be shared.