Ultimate
The day I showed up at college, August 1982, some upperclassmen
coerced some of us new kids over to a little grass field called "The
Court of Man". There
we spent a couple hours playing a game that involved running
after a spinning plastic disc. I
learned the game had both a name and a considerable following,
many highly skilled ultimate players running
around college campuses everywhere. I think the popularity of ultimate
frisbee stems
from the interesting aerodynamic properties of the discs; frisbees
often seem to cheat gravity and very seldom will a football
hover before you in midair for five seconds. Floating permits players
to catch up to the frisbee and so ultimate is a game of completed
passes; nobody runs with the disc.
Apparently I've spent time on ultimate fields since, mostly
concentrating on avoiding doing any real
running. Here Luke helps me demonstrate fine defense, attacking
the handler with Orwellian intensity...
... and once established, keeping his arms high to prevent a
devestating hammer.
Unbeknownst to him of course I can't throw a hammer to save my
life,
nor a backhand, scoober, blade, airbounce, push-pass, huck, dump, or
flutter-pass. That pretty much leaves me with a dubious forehand,
which I manage to wobble away here...
...but alas a
turn-over; my receiver is elsewhere, probably taking his dad
deep.
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