Mischief Ultimate

1985 -> 1995:

Mischief's charter players begin training: Mark, Kyle, and Kevin Smith spend way too much time playing sports at the park down the street. Brynne Speizer dancing and starving. Chris Doyle running from police. Kris McQueen core strengthening by puking. Lisa Timmins qualifying/running for Boston Marathon. Keith Randall, running X-country. Kitt Hodsden honing her finger dexterity by typing.

2003:

Mischief takes first breath as a Frankenstein comprised of the most wiley and mischievious players from three donor teams: Rippit, Feral Cows, and PIMP. Rippit and PIMP die during surgery. Led by the baby-eater, Andy Mo, our first-year team made great strides toward our multi-year goal of qualifying for Nationals.

2004:

After a hemmhorage of players to teams such as Monkey, Fish, and Kaos, concentrated recruiting efforts for young players bag top prospects from teams such as Ramona.

2005:

Deepening our roster further with additions from Superfly, BLU, and Squids, Mischief becomes a contender. After learning about heart, Mischief achieves its goal of qualifying for Nationals.Seeded 15th coming into Nationals, we beat Gorilla Foot and Donkey Bomb en route to finishing 13th overall. But our first trip to Nationals only whetted our appetite for mischievous greatness.

2006:

A few key pickups, including a large speciman of the Ursus genus and a person who rocks at being a human, coupled with a year of hard work and passionate play brings us to the National Championship. A well-played game, including star performances from our Finals MVPs, David Pickett and Lori Eich, gives us the edge as we defeat Slow White 15-11 to win the Championship.

2007:

Returning the majority of the team that won it all, Mischief appeared poised to repeat the previous year's performance with the addition of even more female talent and an Ultimate legend. But the re-emergence of a souped up Seattle team and difficulty recapturing our onfield chemistry made for a challenging season and a 5th place finish at Nationals. Not too shabby, but it left Mischief hungry.

2008:

Two words. More fistpumping.