..."One last question Mr. Brutvan. What are your plans for handling the Cream Team?"

Marty looked puzzled as his eyes opened wide and his head tilted inquisitively. "I'm sorry I'm not familiar with that CORE".

"Well Mr. Brutvan, certainly you have not forgotten about the Oneonta CORE."

Marty's jaw dropped, almost as quickly as the glass of Earl Grey tea he had been nursing all interview, shattered on the floor.

"I..I..thought that was all just, speculation" nervously proclaimed Marty.

"Unfortunately not sir, and they're making some pretty hefty claims… the announcement just landed on our desk this morning"

Marty's hand trembled as he grasped the paper and began to read.

"My fellow summer leaguers,

With all this hype, albeit, misappropriated, buzzing around the so called "Dream Team", we, the SUNY Oneonta population of Westchester Summer League, are officially forming a core, throwing our hats into the ring of the Open division….but please Dream Teamers, we ask you not to bend over and pick them up, we're trying to have some competition in the finals.

Although just a young 16 year old boy at the time, the existence of this "Dream Team" bears an uncanny resemblance to the 2004 Los Angeles Lakers. A team with big names, able to make it to the finals, but crumbling when it mattered most.

Our strength will resemble that displayed at a home run derby, only instead of baseballs, we'll be pummeling tennis balls, taken from the bottom of our opponents walkers.

"We know we're the best, and we know we can make it in the toughest game, in the toughest city and that's why we know we're going to win." Our priorities are simple, none of the "Ultimate, girlfriend, family, job, god" mentality for us. We've cut our collective priorities down to one: winning the Open division.

Lets take a look at soldiers of this army:

Ryan Delaney: That's me, chances are we're already Facebook friends, but I won't blame you for changing that after our teams meet. If its true that every team needs a glowing pumpkin head, it would most certainly be me.

Travis Richards: Off the field, you can find him in the Earth Science classroom at Scarsdale High School. On the field, look for him amongst the stratocumulus clouds. Mr. Richards is the embodiment of the term "Honey Dip". Don't know what that is? Throw a deep ball up against him, he'll teach you; quick.

James "Breez" Martorano: It took me over a year to realize that his last name wasn't actually "Breez". This man brought me into the world of ultimate, and of WSL, something that will be lamented upon by all come finals time. Jim will break your ankles, whether it be with his speed, or just by stepping on them.

Eric Hause: If there was one person in the league I would recommend not aggravating, Eric Hause would be it. If he doesn't kill you physically on the field, he might literally off the field. Often my enemy at WSL, I am excited to play along side him once again.

James Morrisroe: Yes, the rumors are true, Mackenroe has never had a year of WUDi in which he didn't come home with a trophy. His skills and boyishly good looks are a dangerous combination, his presence will certainly be known on the field, at least by your girlfriend.

Jesse "Colt" Smith: Born fresh into the world of WUDi, Colt, along with his elitist attitude, make their debut to the scene this year. Opponents beware, if you let this young steed find his legs, you're as good as glue.

Brian Roecklein: With a distinct "I don't party" attitude, he'll make you regret that extra beer you had at the bar last night, and probably the first beer too. This boy is a firework.

Brian Morrissey: Chef Morri will roast you up and down the field, provided he remembered to bring his cleats.

Alex Lipsky: Back in the day, he "wowed" me with his forehand huck, before I even knew what a forehand was. A former high school track star, chances are he's probably dated your girlfriend.

Peter "Hicks" Donaghy: Don't let the Greek letters on his chest distract you. This boy can ball. Just don't pass out with your shoes on.

Stephen "Ling-Ling" Dechon: The unofficial king of stumpleupon.com, we fell all over this gem in the Fall of 2010. With a nickname hailing from the great Sean Laing himself, "Ling-Ling" is a rock solid force behind the disc; a perfect fit considering he's a geology major. Don't take him for granite.

Michael "The Kid" Bouranis: How many of you can say that you've ever guarded a hipster on the field? Well, here's another one you won't be able to guard. If American Apparel were a person, it would be "The Kid", 1972 Volkswagon bug and all.

As the days till summer league slowly tick away, the "Cream Team" is building with anticipation, salivating at the mere thought of our rightful championship title.  Our team, with an average age 15 years younger than that of the self appointed, "Dream Team", realizes the importance of that seemingly insignificant number. Fifteen points is all we need to claim our title, and with the amount of weapons at our disposal, this number is indeed, insignificant.

Marty, I know you thought there were clear skies all the way to the championship, but it looks like a storm is rolling in.

Better grab an Umbrella.

Sincerely,
Your 2011 Open Division Champions