So the low-down on Wildwood is that there are 400 teams of 8-15 players each jammed into overpriced hotels on a super beach party weekend. Everyone under the age of 25 from Maryland to Connecticut, with the full monty of New Jersey and Pennsylvania and the stuffed crust of New York, ponies up for a weekend of low-brow hedonism and arena football, er, 4-on-4 beach ultimate.
Honestly it doesn’t get much better than this, and the best part of spending a weekend with strangers and shirtless strangers is that some unknown percentage of them are monster players and guys/girls you’ve played against yet are wholly unrecognizable.
NexGen is here in some form. Team USA Open is here, as well as Team USA Masters and Paga champions O-Pig.
Quotes from the weekend so far: “Please bring beer. I’m stuck in line. Fuck my life.”
Beach worlds Currier Island Team Director Ivan Cestero’s Facebook post: “Donzos. Booked a room at the Surf Comber. Finiest room in Wildwood Kingdom. Thanks Fi Cheng for being on the lookout. Our last obstacle: traffic. FADS.”
More to come, now we head to the boardwalk.