Sunday, December 14, 2014

I love the name ultimate Frisbee. I don't like ultimate, or flatball. They lack something, strive to be something they are not - respectively, simple and legitimate. Both fall short. Ultimate Frisbee is the perfect name for the perfect sport for our reality. The name is schlocky and appropriative, like a loud tv commercial. It flows, it is in your face. It is a little silly, but all sport names are silly. They have been made serious by time, only. Football. Hockey. Think about it.

Ultimate is art. Throwing is calligraphic, catching is punctuation. Cutting is a dance - an ugly one mostly. Its a little rough. Sharp angles, unintentional collisions. Patterns that shift moment by moment, he best players are the ones who can recognize each for what it is, and be ready to shift into the next one, to dictate, to ride and control the flow of movement.

Speaking of movement, you know when you lie down after a long day driving or roller-skating and you still feel like you're moving? I'm feeling that. Probably means that its time to stop watching comedy on youtube and go to bed. Good chat ya'll.

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