It all started when...

...a bunch of average joes with dillusions of athleticism all independently signed up for flag-football fame with the Seattle Sports League on a team we called the Flanker Fly (we got that off a cheap sponge football with plays written on it because we couldn't think of anything better at the time).

OK, so the playing was a little weak but we showed strong drinking skills from the start. Who would have thought a bunch of random, moderately-athletic clowns, all with the same politically-incorrect-and-slightly-evil sense of humor would end up on the same team. We started out as the worst team in the league but hella-cool as we'd roll up with our portable BBQ and plastic cups of beer and call out plays like "hooray for boobies", "dirty sanchez", "short and curlies" and "f**ck it" (it was our best play).

Things were a little different back then... Mark was just a tiiiiiiiiiiny bit skinnier but with a much higher tolerance for alcohol. He had to be told several times not to bring his beer on the field while playing. This was the same guy who'd run around the room after a night of heavy drinking in Whistler yelling "Powder Alert, Powder Alert" to wake everyone up for snowboarding at 7am right before he'd crack a beer. Also the same guy who stopped to grab a 12-pack of beer at 9am while we were lost on our way up to Crystal for some snowboarding (consequently, I've discovered that I think I'm a better snowboarder when I'm drunk).

Mark wasn't the only one who was different back then. Ah those were the good old days, back when Kevin USED TO CUT HIS HAIR ONCE IN A WHILE! (Hey Kev, in case I haven't told you at least twice today, you need a hair cut!).




And we can't forget our little Anessa who finally looks like she's all grown up and graduated from high school even though she's a few years older than most of us (yeah, we hate her for that).

From there we started bringing more people in (lucky bastards described here) and branching out into more extreme sports like snowboarding and mountain biking and most recently, wakeboarding when Kevin got the notion to buy a $40k wakeboarding boat even though he'd tried twice and handn't been able to get up on a wakeboard (kinda reminds me of how he went out to get a quad amaricano the other day and "accidentally" came home with a new Shaun Murray wakeboard). Which brings us to where we are today...a bunch of random, moderately-athletic clowns with a lot more expensive sporting gear in our closets.