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| | Daniel Glasscock |
| Names: | Gcock |
| Status: | Junior (abroad) |
| Number: | 50 |
| Height: | 6' |
| Bio 07: | They say that many of life's truths can be discovered through anagrams, our application of this theory to "Daniel Glasscock" yields:
-A Kid Sells Cognac - bet you didn't see that coming...
-Gloss a clean dick - keep it clean.
-I clean God's slack - God throws swill too...that's why Glasscock is
on his team
-A cell in God's Sack - A glass prison of sorts
-Genocidal Slacks - Warning: may shatter glass cocks.
-Local Gins Sacked - He confused ultimate for football.
-Clock Aids Angels - Whatever makes you run fast man...
-An Ass Glide Clock - ...Ok...maybe not whatever it takes...
-Cloaks Disc Angle - Great for avoiding handblocks
-On Call As Disc Keg - Beer and ultimate - the classic combination
(watch out for this post-Hungary) |
| Bio 06: | Glasscock is the model of a great ultimate player. He can run,
sky people, throw the disc, come to practice, and he's blessed with a name that no one else could handle
with dignity. But we could certainly handle it a lot. The G-cock likes to slip through holes in the cup,
popping in and out and every once in a while pulling out completely to reposition himself. Sometimes he'll
try to jam it deep, but not too often. If he gets stuck on the line, he can be depended on to chill out and
take a dump: The Glasscock never forces it into sticky situations. GLASSCOCK SOUNDS LIKE WOODHEAD! |
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