Florida over Carleton, 15 - 12. Called that! Off by a point and I predicted it months ago, for what it is worth. (Not much, I went with a hunch that happened to be correct. Still cool though.)
Carleton seemed to get rattled and made some drops, Brodie got some d's, calls were made. Florida's caveman style of ultimate overcame Carleton's tight short game. A shame for those folks who don't like to give the long game its due respect. Haha. Brodie's throws are ridiculous. When Kyle Weisbrod is saying you have the best forehand in the college game, well you're probably a pretty damn good thrower.
Much has been made of Florida's call heavy style of play. It sure ain't fun to watch and it can't be fun to play against. I have no opinion, I'm happy Florida won because I thought they were going to win but neither team is my favorite. Both have very impressive skillsets though, definately motivating!
In lieu of actual content, I offer these articles:
http://f1215833808.blogspot.com/2010/05/who.html
Team identity!
http://f1215833808.blogspot.com/2010/04/rounders.html
Solid advice about handler d
Have a good one!
ps no matter who you were rooting for, you can either agree angrily or laugh hysterically.
http://forceflick.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-florida-is-ruining-ultimate.html
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Frankenstien Part II day 6
Florida vs Cut in the open final, called that. Still saying Florida over Cut 15 - 13.
Anyway, still having narrative dreams but they are getting weirder and less funny. Did not take any percocet today and feel more like a normal human, jury is out on whether that is cool or not.
Starting to practice again. At this point the only thing I can practice is grip strength. Stress ball and disc gripping, real tight. Can't throw, can't run, but it is something, a basic fundamental that is often overlooked because it is something you need to practice individually and can't really be "drilled". Little things add up!
Anyway so, tell me a story.
PS
I love movies but I am not a big movie watcher. Since I have very little to do but lie in bed, I've been watching more than usual.
Saturday was gangster movie day, watched The Godfather, Snatch and Boondock Saints 2. In retrospect I should have watched them in the opposite order, because by the end of it the mafiosos in BDS2 seemed pretty lame compared to the fucking Corleones.
PPS
Note to self: next time you can run again but decide to do something stupid instead of working out, remember how much it sucks not being able to and act accordingly. Kay?
Anyway, still having narrative dreams but they are getting weirder and less funny. Did not take any percocet today and feel more like a normal human, jury is out on whether that is cool or not.
Starting to practice again. At this point the only thing I can practice is grip strength. Stress ball and disc gripping, real tight. Can't throw, can't run, but it is something, a basic fundamental that is often overlooked because it is something you need to practice individually and can't really be "drilled". Little things add up!
Anyway so, tell me a story.
PS
I love movies but I am not a big movie watcher. Since I have very little to do but lie in bed, I've been watching more than usual.
Saturday was gangster movie day, watched The Godfather, Snatch and Boondock Saints 2. In retrospect I should have watched them in the opposite order, because by the end of it the mafiosos in BDS2 seemed pretty lame compared to the fucking Corleones.
PPS
Note to self: next time you can run again but decide to do something stupid instead of working out, remember how much it sucks not being able to and act accordingly. Kay?
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Frankenstien Part II day 3
Woke up. Nurse Came. Took a perc. Back to bed!
Woke up again in time to eat for three hours before WUDI.
Sweet!
First rec league game of the season.
Showed up, lots of Forest players there. Huddled up, almost done with introductions when the lightning struck. Everyone ran to their cars, waited it out, cool time to play.
Something like three guys and one girl left after the rain started but we still had enough to play, although the women had to play savage. Started with a huck from Paul to Rich.
Took half 8 - 2, played through half, scored a few more. Blue found some offensive momentum and scored a few and then traded to make it 11 - 7 or something. I left my sketchbook in the car after the rain hit and was thus a very poor score keeper. Ugh percoset. Anyway, we won 15 - 7 or 15 - 8. Something like that. Straight brutal.
Thoughts on the team: we are deep, and we are rigged. Our weakest link would have been middle of the pack on blue.
Rich and Paul established themselves as the "stud" players on the team, and we will no doubt rattle off a lot of stupid huck points through the Paul and Rich show. Sweet. We have a lot of instant chemistry due Rich and Paul, Magic Roll/Gunx, five or so Seven Car Pileup players...that will make it much easier to mesh than a random team with no mutual experience. Our offense was clogged and we gave away the disc and hucked too much...yeah I just said that. Defense was intense! Sweet. Rachel and the Nightwatchmen both played like ballers despite being savage.
Captaining is hard enough when you can't play...being on drugs does not help!
Even so, I think I did a decent job, not much to do as a rec captain except be a fun person and help where possible. Since there are a few players on the team who have as much or more experience, instead of being the "do this" captain I am going to aim for being the "loud voice/heart of the team" kind of captain. Cool.
Don't think it is a coincidence I am the captain of forest. I've been in a forest for a while.
Seeya next time.
PS we won big, cool, no complacency next week!
Woke up again in time to eat for three hours before WUDI.
Sweet!
First rec league game of the season.
Showed up, lots of Forest players there. Huddled up, almost done with introductions when the lightning struck. Everyone ran to their cars, waited it out, cool time to play.
Something like three guys and one girl left after the rain started but we still had enough to play, although the women had to play savage. Started with a huck from Paul to Rich.
Took half 8 - 2, played through half, scored a few more. Blue found some offensive momentum and scored a few and then traded to make it 11 - 7 or something. I left my sketchbook in the car after the rain hit and was thus a very poor score keeper. Ugh percoset. Anyway, we won 15 - 7 or 15 - 8. Something like that. Straight brutal.
Thoughts on the team: we are deep, and we are rigged. Our weakest link would have been middle of the pack on blue.
Rich and Paul established themselves as the "stud" players on the team, and we will no doubt rattle off a lot of stupid huck points through the Paul and Rich show. Sweet. We have a lot of instant chemistry due Rich and Paul, Magic Roll/Gunx, five or so Seven Car Pileup players...that will make it much easier to mesh than a random team with no mutual experience. Our offense was clogged and we gave away the disc and hucked too much...yeah I just said that. Defense was intense! Sweet. Rachel and the Nightwatchmen both played like ballers despite being savage.
Captaining is hard enough when you can't play...being on drugs does not help!
Even so, I think I did a decent job, not much to do as a rec captain except be a fun person and help where possible. Since there are a few players on the team who have as much or more experience, instead of being the "do this" captain I am going to aim for being the "loud voice/heart of the team" kind of captain. Cool.
Don't think it is a coincidence I am the captain of forest. I've been in a forest for a while.
Seeya next time.
PS we won big, cool, no complacency next week!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Frankenstien part II day 2
Anesthetic is a pretty cool concept, but it is the execution that I really approve of.
Anyway, during my second nap today I had a pretty in-depth dream.
It is the last day of classes and for some reason I have to a) get to Great Books Western on time and b) return BJC's skateboard. His skateboard is of course one of those flat planks of wood on wheels with a puny gaurdrail that they use in lieu of shopping carts at home depot and similar hardware emporiums. Anyway, I'm skating around on it and it does not work very well due to its tendancy to spin around once a decent speed is achieved. I'm skating around campus and realize it is almost time to get to class.
Fortunately, I get to the humanities corridor and happen to run into BJC holding court with some hipsters as usual. There is a girl on his lap, but she stands up and morphs into younger brother BJC, clearly younger but almost identical down to the trucker hat and scrubbly facial hair. They high five and I leave the skateboard and peace out of there, at least ten minutes late for class. Somehow I step outside and am in front of smiley. It is now dark out and there is a girl there, she has weird hair. I tell her I have to get to class. We end up at a party at Remie's house, pretty typical. It is going well until everyone realizes that there is a cop car parked in the living room. Busted! I am just trying to get to class dammit!
A stereotypical looking lady cop steps out and yells for everyone to put down the alcohol. I am not old enough to derive satisfaction from her appearance. A guy in a white shirt has a handtruck with about four thirty racks of bud light. He looks suprised. I'm sitting there in the glow of the police lights as the lady cop explains the evil of what we've done. Typical. I'm just trying to get to class and am getting yelled at for something that is not my fault. Being too nice sucks sometimes. As the cop yells at us, the other denizens of Remie's house slink away into the night. I'm there for a while, as the cop helps her eight year old daughter with her homework and presumably waits for backup before bringing me and the unspecified person I am with to jail or whatever.
Eventually we decide to make a break for it. We sneak out, but I can't resist yelling FUCK YOU at the cop as I slam the door and run for it, looping around vandenburg and laying out down a huge hill (sick!). I run up through campus which slowly turns into the summer camp I work at, and just as I am jerked back to conciousness I realize that it is finals week and classes have already ended.
:S
Anyway, during my second nap today I had a pretty in-depth dream.
It is the last day of classes and for some reason I have to a) get to Great Books Western on time and b) return BJC's skateboard. His skateboard is of course one of those flat planks of wood on wheels with a puny gaurdrail that they use in lieu of shopping carts at home depot and similar hardware emporiums. Anyway, I'm skating around on it and it does not work very well due to its tendancy to spin around once a decent speed is achieved. I'm skating around campus and realize it is almost time to get to class.
Fortunately, I get to the humanities corridor and happen to run into BJC holding court with some hipsters as usual. There is a girl on his lap, but she stands up and morphs into younger brother BJC, clearly younger but almost identical down to the trucker hat and scrubbly facial hair. They high five and I leave the skateboard and peace out of there, at least ten minutes late for class. Somehow I step outside and am in front of smiley. It is now dark out and there is a girl there, she has weird hair. I tell her I have to get to class. We end up at a party at Remie's house, pretty typical. It is going well until everyone realizes that there is a cop car parked in the living room. Busted! I am just trying to get to class dammit!
A stereotypical looking lady cop steps out and yells for everyone to put down the alcohol. I am not old enough to derive satisfaction from her appearance. A guy in a white shirt has a handtruck with about four thirty racks of bud light. He looks suprised. I'm sitting there in the glow of the police lights as the lady cop explains the evil of what we've done. Typical. I'm just trying to get to class and am getting yelled at for something that is not my fault. Being too nice sucks sometimes. As the cop yells at us, the other denizens of Remie's house slink away into the night. I'm there for a while, as the cop helps her eight year old daughter with her homework and presumably waits for backup before bringing me and the unspecified person I am with to jail or whatever.
Eventually we decide to make a break for it. We sneak out, but I can't resist yelling FUCK YOU at the cop as I slam the door and run for it, looping around vandenburg and laying out down a huge hill (sick!). I run up through campus which slowly turns into the summer camp I work at, and just as I am jerked back to conciousness I realize that it is finals week and classes have already ended.
:S
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Frankenstien part II day 1
So here I am, lying on a gurney waiting to go into surgery. I have an iv in my left hand, which is numb, causing it to feel like it is levitating because I cannot feel it touching the sheets. Sweet.
Next thing I Know I'm in a classroom, cool, looks a bit like a cross between a better lit version of the lecture center and the cartoon classroom from Brad Neely's "The Professor Brothers" cartoons except largely devoid of monsters.
The kid in the front row started freaking out, I don't remember why or how but I know he freaked the fuck out. He was also definitely smoking a joint in the front row, that ain't gonna fly in an academic setting brah.
Scene change! Am I awake? No. I'm hurtling forward as though on a roller-coaster or fast moving spaceship. An x wing, I decide, and indeed there are tie fighters to be fought. Pretty cool space landscape too, kind of like the graphics from the space battles in Battlefront II but with better atmospherics. Perhaps I've flown into my own imagination?
Bam. Awake. Aw. Time for surgery. I get wheeled into the operating room, trading awkward glances with the blue suited goblins along the way (note to self, Jacob Goble's cartoon drawings of doctors were not as fanciful as once imagined, although I see where he got his inspiration. Their wizard suits are pretty damn funny, all with blue shower caps and whatnot). On the operating table, the anesthesiologists are laughing at me. Perhaps I am slightly out of it...I sit up to get the spinal anesthetic injection, and next thing I know I am asleep in the prep room, surgery apparently over.
So far so good, although I am waiting for the other shoe to drop when the anesthetic wears off and I actually find out what my body feels like.
Until then,
Gunx love
ps
This was my entry for FiveUltimate's daily contest, what do you imagine the future of ultimate to be? Although I did not win, you may get a chuckle out of it:
When the stock market collapses and society as we know it comes to a grinding halt, there will be one guiding light that inspires the persistence of the human race: ULTIMATE FRISBEE. After a brief period of worldwide civil war, the warmongers and football players of today’s world will be all but extinct, leaving behind a global society populated by goofy free spirits and introverted nerds that survived the cataclysm by hiding in their basements or by “just chillin”. The meek shall indeed inherit the earth, and ultimate will become their sport of choice. Through national and international competition such as the ultimate World Series, frisbolympics, and annual Hawaiian landshark race, humanity will unite into a utopian global culture that spans every inhabitable part of New Earth. All thanks to ultimate.
Next thing I Know I'm in a classroom, cool, looks a bit like a cross between a better lit version of the lecture center and the cartoon classroom from Brad Neely's "The Professor Brothers" cartoons except largely devoid of monsters.
The kid in the front row started freaking out, I don't remember why or how but I know he freaked the fuck out. He was also definitely smoking a joint in the front row, that ain't gonna fly in an academic setting brah.
Scene change! Am I awake? No. I'm hurtling forward as though on a roller-coaster or fast moving spaceship. An x wing, I decide, and indeed there are tie fighters to be fought. Pretty cool space landscape too, kind of like the graphics from the space battles in Battlefront II but with better atmospherics. Perhaps I've flown into my own imagination?
Bam. Awake. Aw. Time for surgery. I get wheeled into the operating room, trading awkward glances with the blue suited goblins along the way (note to self, Jacob Goble's cartoon drawings of doctors were not as fanciful as once imagined, although I see where he got his inspiration. Their wizard suits are pretty damn funny, all with blue shower caps and whatnot). On the operating table, the anesthesiologists are laughing at me. Perhaps I am slightly out of it...I sit up to get the spinal anesthetic injection, and next thing I know I am asleep in the prep room, surgery apparently over.
So far so good, although I am waiting for the other shoe to drop when the anesthetic wears off and I actually find out what my body feels like.
Until then,
Gunx love
ps
This was my entry for FiveUltimate's daily contest, what do you imagine the future of ultimate to be? Although I did not win, you may get a chuckle out of it:
When the stock market collapses and society as we know it comes to a grinding halt, there will be one guiding light that inspires the persistence of the human race: ULTIMATE FRISBEE. After a brief period of worldwide civil war, the warmongers and football players of today’s world will be all but extinct, leaving behind a global society populated by goofy free spirits and introverted nerds that survived the cataclysm by hiding in their basements or by “just chillin”. The meek shall indeed inherit the earth, and ultimate will become their sport of choice. Through national and international competition such as the ultimate World Series, frisbolympics, and annual Hawaiian landshark race, humanity will unite into a utopian global culture that spans every inhabitable part of New Earth. All thanks to ultimate.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Frankenstien part II: proglogue
Another semester done with, another surgery. Straight up, another challenge to my dedication to my goals or somesuch and whatnot.
I'll be better just as soon as I am able. I'll keep you posted.
I'll be better just as soon as I am able. I'll keep you posted.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Message to myself
I know it was something...
Yeah.
When you put your cleats on, better take your excuses off and be ready to ball.
That's all for now.
Yeah.
When you put your cleats on, better take your excuses off and be ready to ball.
That's all for now.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Scranton by game
Scranton was a legit way to end the season, surely.
With a little help from our friends we got set up with an ill place to stay and party, and raged long into the night.
Nice.
Woke up ready to play. Not sure how that happened. Nice.
One thing that is worth noting is that noone used the "I could not play well because I was hungover" excuse. This is a marked contrast to say, Vasser last semester when at the end of the day many people, myself included, grumbled that we would have done so much better if we had not partied.
I think that means we've leveled up at partying and ultimate. Cool.
The first game against Scranton X went pretty well. It was close, as both teams had a few players that created big matchup problems for the other which led to a lot of quick exciting goals. We won at soft cap 13 - 12, Scranton ruled soft cap was win by two and broke us twice to win. This thread (http://www.rsdnospam.com/index.php?t=msg&goto=58352&) seems to indicate they got the soft cap rule wrong. In short, depending on who you ask, we won or they won. Whatever. It was a well fought game.
Second game was against the Scranton alumni, and we played a weak game to be sure. It was akin to our loss to Bard at Sectionals. Not that crushing but symptomatic of the same problem. We brought about one tenth of the fire we had in the previous game. It was pathetic, and they beat us 12 - 9 or something like that. Score is irrelevant. We played mentally and physically weak. To a certain extent that falls on the leaders on the team. I can't say I played any harder than anyone else, or tried as hard as I could have to be inspiring. It was a failure of a game across the board.
We need to break our habit of playing down to the level of our opponents, and slacking off after an intense game. Scranton alums were running savage and were not in anywhere near as good shape as Scranton X. If we had balled we would have buried them. Overcoming that mental weakness will be key for next year.
An aside, we seem to have overcome our previous glaring weakness, always playing terrible our first game. Our past three tournaments seem to indicate that we show up ready to ball.
Nice.
We played even lazier and worse against our next opponent, King's college. However, it did not matter as we shut them out in the second half. Even so, another mentally weak game. Fun though. They were pretty hilarious and had probably the best halftime cheer I've ever heard. Ironically, they were the first team we ever played at a tournament, and also our first win.
They ran a pretty creative version of the air raid. We poached deep. Oops.
Anyway.
Fortunately we found our fire and legs for our final game against Scranton Y. We came out strong, stayed strong, and finished strong. Not our best game ever but in my opinion our most consistent. Ever. We did not let up, and played strong from first to last. I think we won by a pretty decent margin.
Maybe it was Slip's monster layout d on the sideline, maybe it was full field high release backhands, the long drive home or Doober's yellow shorts but Oneonta did not stick around to play us. Personally I'd like to believe that after watching us Shellac Scranton Y they got scared and quit. I suppose we'll never know for sure. Gunx end the tournament 2 - 2, 3 - 1, 4 - 1 or something. The jury is still out.
Closing thoughts: although short staffed, we balled in general and had a great weekend. Having Slip and Henry was nice. Slip was a inspiration. His ability to pull the trigger and layout for D's at will is something to strive for. He is a man.
Ending the season on a high note.
Nice.
Nice.
NY Combine part ii
+Ran hard every point I was on the field
+No throwing turnovers
+Two assists
+BVH taught me how to cut laterally in a ho stack as a mid (don't forget that cut!)
+In general was an effective defensive stopper, my man only got thrown to a few times and I only got beat a few times.
+In general was an effective defensive stopper, my man only got thrown to a few times and I only got beat a few times.
-Yet again hesitated on a jump and got tackled by a teammate because of it
-Two drops in the third game
-Did not play enough points
-Cut ineffectively, wasting energy and not getting the disc
-No D's
All in all, the combine was great experience and got me excited to become a part of the NY club scene. Don't know what my odds are of getting a callback to either team. Like the naked lap, I ain't talking about it.
If it does not work out, some kind of New Paltz/Marist fusion club might go down.
We'll see what happens.
Sectionals in retrospect
I don't know about you but for my part writing about ultimate is hard because it has to be done at the perfect time. Too soon and the impact has not yet set in. On the other hand, wait too long and the memory and motivation fade.
eh I'll finish this later
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