4 and 3, Way to Be

Sectionals Recap - for posterity. 

Day 1

Game 1 vs Shade

Many multi turnover points. We got a lot of ds, but often gave the disc right back. Their defensive pressure was not taking the disc away, but we had some pretty bad miscues. After trading to take half, we gave up two breaks in the second and ended up losing by 2.

Game 2 vs Army

As always, Army is athletic. Fresh off their run to D3 Nationals, this was by far the best Army team I’ve faced. We were starting to run away with the game before they began running zone and tied it up due to people literally refusing to dump the disc. Eventually we righted the ship, and began shredding their zone. I threw some dang dimeballs in this game. Yes.

Game 3 vs Team Rocket (SUNY Cortland)

After trading to something like 4s, we began to run away with this game. I don’t think they scored more than a point in the second half. Tim K is very very good. His change of direction is insane. He is also my neighbor apparently? Abbott knows him so maybe next year…

Team dinner at buffalo wild wings. We told Abbott to rip it deep more. 

Quarters vs Magma Bears

This game was a blur. I don’t remember too much about it. Very swingy, we’d get a few breaks then they’d get a few to tie. This happened three times, with them eventually catching up to 13s at soft cap and we held (?) for the universe point win. Pretty sure I turned the disc on cap point, blowing our chance to go up 13 -10, but I had some good throws earlier in the game. Isaiah is a monster.

Semis vs Colt (game to go)

Early in the season we talked about the possibility of giving Colt a game at sectionals. We had a really close game with them at fake NY Warmup, and I personally loved the idea of really going for it. However, with 12 players and two more chances to earn a bid, we had no reason to try. Real teams call it “resting their starters” when they tank a game, so let’s go with that. We ran multiple lines with six players on the field because half the team was watching Dredge or something. Somehow still scored a few.

3^rd Place Play In vs Dredge (second game to go)

Since the game with Colt ended in approximately 17 minutes, we had a while to wait. Meanwhile, Dredge was in a barnburner with Army, which they eventually pulled out on universe or similar. They were thus still warmed up and ready to play. We came out a bit sloppy and certainly didn’t play our best offense.  Personally, fatigue had caught up with my throws, and my forehand was not firing like it had been all weekend. This was field vision and mental fatigue more than physical. I did have a great backhand huck to Dasky, full field with no play by the defender (Steve, word).  We had a chance to take half at 8 – 5 but some errors left it at 8 – 7 and the halftime mood was a bit down. However, like last year, we proved immune to the tilt, and everyone buckled down. Tied at 12s (I think), Eric snatched a d and we punched in a fast break.  Next point, Zac snatched a d and we punched in a fast break – he hucked to Nolan! Sick. Final point, Nolan did a great job containing Steve while poaching, and eventually baited a swing pass and got a half layout, half baseball slide block and raced deep for the goal from APinn. Three breaks in a row is a great way to end a relatively ugly game.  

3^rd Place Game vs Shade

With our bid and 4^th place title secure,  we played it fast and loose against Shade. They won by a lot but we didn’t make it easy for them, with a few multiple turnover points. I had a sick forehand blade to Zac but someone cashed it in on the goal line. I think 3 people were playing barefoot. The word around the campfire at pickup is that Shade was impressed with our absurd and monstrous throws.

We hung around to watch Magma and Dredge fight for the final bid, and then dispersed, tired but elated. With such a short roster and no Bland, there was definitely an uncertainty about the scope of the weekend, but we executed very well in most cases. Despite a few miscues and weird throwing choices, as a team we played the best offense Fat and Mediocre has played, imo.

Personally I’m happy to have finished a 2 day tournament without injury for the first time since NY Warmup 2016, jeepers! Another highlight was having one of the high school players I’ve coached tell me he’d watched us play – “all you do is huck to that guy in the trucker hat, and they can’t stop it!” Hilarious.

Can You Hear the Grass?

Fat and Mediocre takes 4^th at Metro New York Sectionals for the third straight year. You can finish ahead of us, or you can finish behind us, but we own 4^th place, 100% of the time and that’s just the deal around here.

We went into the tournament with 23 rostered players. We ended up with 12 each day. Ended the weekend with a 4 – 3 record, winning the ones that counted to take a bid to regionals. First time going two years in a row! Neat.

Some quick hits:

Didn’t horse stomp so much on hucks this season, and I tightened up my pivot to be more consistent and give me better angles of attack. My slightly sore Achilles reveals that I’m still stomping sometimes. I also run on my heels sometimes. Bad. New cleats might help, my good orange boys finally gave up the ghost during a meaningless semis game vs colt and I had to gorilla tape them back together for the rest of the day. In retrospect, playing for 2 years with falling apart cleats probably explains my ankle and Achilles problems as much as the horse stomp does.

Running track prior to the tournament, I tightened up my running form with much more efficient arm movement. It did not really pay off, because I was only able to hit my top speed during our second game of the tournament. Maybe next year!

Bobble drill paid off. I completely missed a goal catch and then saved it on the third bounce. Bobble every day, yall.

That said, while I only had 3 drops I can remember, all were difficult catches that physically I can make with ease, but mental pressure led to the drop. More practice would probably help with this. I didn’t get too many touches towards the end of the season so my disc confidence was lower than I’d like.

Ha-ha, “season”.

During tough moments of the tournament (any time I had to be on the field for more than 2 minutes, am I right?) I thought about something I said to a girl on the high school team I coach (city champs 2017!) back in 2016 when she was having confidence issues on the field: “no matter what else is going on in your life, school, relationships, family problems, etc – you don’t bring that on the field. When you’re on the field, it is your chance to make all of your feelings somebody else’s problem for a while”. It mostly worked. Coaching is awesome. “Advice is a givers’ present” – John Steinbeck

While waiting for my parents to arrive for dinner after day 2, I figured out how to nail delay my sketchbook. I’ve been trying passively to learn to nail delay since I was 14. It’s a lot easier with the sketchbook than an ultra star, but I’ll keep trying. This has nothing to do with F&M besides that it is a mediocre story.

As long as I keep throwing I’ll be fine. See you at regionals. 

Oh boy, here I go reinventing my throwing form again

Since I was a sophmore in high school, I wanted to have the biggest throws. Constantly trying to hit 100 yards with my backhand, hucking forehands as far as possible for goals, huck turnovers instead of easy swings and unders. Dedicated most of my throwing practice to pure power and developing form to support it. This more or less worked out - I had one thing I could mostly do really well, and the emphasis on full body form that I was able to develop allowed for pretty solid breakmark throws as I got older and more experienced. 

But anyone who reads this knows the weaknesses my game had - over reliance on hucking, telegraphing, lots of turnovers (especially when I was tilted or having a bad field vision game). Leaning on low release IO hucks made it tough to play on days with unfavorable wind conditions. 

Last season I got much better at handling adverse wind but still fell victim to ugly release point patterns. I used to focus very much on release points as a binary system of low to high - and got stuck conflating release angles with very proscribed release points. For instance, I thought OI hucks had to be released high, IO throws always low.

This year I'm reinventing my throws using Kung Fu Throwing as praxis, especially its emphasis on release points far away from the body. Learning to release far away with all throws, release OI throws low, develop more angles for IO. I want to be unblockable. I want to break any mark in any wind condition. I want crisp flat throws to under cuts, and hucks that are dictated by finesse instead of power. I have power for days. I need better disc skills.

After practicing with the youths today, I can say the kung fu is starting to pay off. Had some of the most excellent away from the body backhand hucks I can remember throwing in years. Want more. With a scoober on top. 

As soon as you decide you're done learning, you're done. I stopped actively learning about throwing from 2012 to 2014. Throwing is now at the core of my weekly activity again. I love it. 

Return to Slush Kingdom

Winter in New York does not favor participation in recreational sports. Nearly every indoor league it would be possible to participate in takes place during my workday. Ah well. Treadmill season. The daily grind, one foot in front of the other. Why? To reduce the wrath of winter depression. Why? Because being in shape and playing ultimate is fun. Why? Pizza.

What went on since the last time I put pressure on these keys? Regionals came and went in a drunken blur of friday night tequila shooters and trolling. I was on the wagon at the time, and considered myself ready to play an even better tournament than I had at sectionals. This did not occur. In retrospect, two things have salved my ego - 1. we scored a few times on the nationals champions (whatever, gotta hang my hat on something) and 2. I figured out why my forehands were so bad - the horse stomp. Elsewhere noted, this comical movement is a truncated bastardization of proper forehand hucking form, which should be a smooth transition of power from legs to wrist. The horse stomp basically put all my leg power from one leg into the other without adding a force vector to the throw, and to compensate I threw harder from the arm. This lead to really ugly shanked OI throws, and chronic arm and ankle injuries. Lol.

The answer? Step farther, smoother, not hard, engage the core more, engage the arm less, tighter grip, harder writs snap. I had good form at sectionals, lost it at regionals. Given the one day nature of the tournament, there was not time to correct it. Also, my mental game collapsed partway through the tournament and didn't really rebound. Our collective mentality was not sharp either, and its obvious why, but that's not a public conversation. The secret recipe of Fat and Mediocre is not for everybody's pizza.

Captained Brooklyn fall league, my first time drafting a team. Most of the scouting fell to my co captain and girlfriend, who knows more city players, but both of us contributed to the final roster. Grabbed Henry off the DL comically late, I knew if he even showed up to one game it would be huge. When the draft was done I declared with classic #77 bravardo "this team is going to finals". After a slow first few weeks building chemistry we did indeed chug through the regular season with a third place finish. On finals day, we unseated the practically undefeated 1 seed in a universe point semi (ego stroke: final point? Upwind 50 yard forehand huck to Henry for the hockey assist. Boom). We lost in finals to the only team we were never able to defeat. It was an incredible season, one of my favorite ever league teams (and Brooklyn fall league has consistently been excellent). I liked being a captain again, with less stakes than a club season its easier to focus on being a leader and helping young players. Maybe I'll do it again in the spring.

The alumni game! Fell during a manic bender, and I rolled into New Paltz on no sleep with a questionable BAC. Huge group of alumni this year. Got to huck to Zach a few times, it did not feel fair. No horse stomping that day. Really great time, the young New Paltz team has some pretty athletic kids. Hoping we can bring a few more of them along with us this club season. Definitely want to try and run a clinic for them in the Spring. Maybe we can get a few Fat and Mediocre dudes down there. The team photo in front of Mohonk Mountain is one of my all time favorite memories of the GUNX.

It has sure been a wild year. Personally, there's a few main things I'm feeling good and blessed about, staring down the barrel of 2017. For starters, I can honestly say that I found my footing in the city. This involves having found a new home with a great roommate, getting more plugged into the ultimate scene, and getting on top of things at my job. I ran 7 art events at my new space, coached over 50 youth players, and provided field space for over 200 more to play high school games and practice. Building on foundations I was barely aware of building at the time, in 2014 and 2015. Life happens while you're busy paying attention to other things, or however that saying goes.

I went a little off the rails for a while - about 5 months of the year, to be exact. On the upside, I've learned to trust my own instincts and self reliance, while becoming more open to seeking help from the people I can truly count on. That's a blessing.

This year, no dire resolutions and no Ben Gibbard lyrics. Just the basics, more of what is working and less of what is not. More fitness, more practice, more time set aside for sleeping and painting and good friends. Less self abuse, less anxious avoidance of problems and roadblocks. Hopefully a few more blog posts. I've let a few good ones blow away in the wind of action, written in my head and the forgotten. More writing.

Best year yet for painting and ultimate both. Have not felt like this since 2012. Its nice.
Happy 2017, blog friends.

Lay on Macduff

Going to regionals this weekend with Fat and Mediocre. Here are some things to focus on:

-Going to the disc - weak zones and lack of intensity from the defenses we faced (during the games I got to play) at sectionals allowed me to cut lazily off the pull or just stand there - any team we play Saturday will be hustling harder. Small, vital adjustment of making sure to go to.

-Pacing the offense - we do really well when we play relaxed, patient offense - something will open up. Again, less margin for error - I got away with some nonsense against inexperienced defenders, like in the Army game, and some dumb luck in the PoNY game. When we take the right shot, it basically always works. Offense is easy.

-Fat and Mediocre is powered by friendship. Our mental game is unblastable. We proved that beyond a doubt at sectionals. I've never felt more comfortable playing club. Every player is responsible for the mental and emotional tenor of the team, and we don't have to ever talk about it.
We have fun.

-Don't bid like an idiot and dislocate your shoulder. Do attack the disc aggressively and safely.

It is very exciting that one of GUNX's young players is getting to compete at club regionals. We are giving back to our college program. Mental note, find more actionable ways to contribute to the young GUNX. It is very easy to get to New Paltz.

This spring I will be coaching a high school team for the first time. With a few months to get ready, I'm thinking about how I can do the best possible job. Since I'll be coaching the JV team, I will have a system in place to work on getting my players ready to plug into. That takes the pressure off a bit. My main concern is to be a good role model. Definitely need to brush up on the rulebook too.

Assistant coaching has changed my own game so much. Teaching reinforces habit. I throw best when I'm thinking about throwing a lot, and to teach it you have to think about it. I taught forehand pretty well last season. I taught backhand badly. This is directly tied to my own skillset. Since then, been working on fixing my backhand so that I can teach it better in the spring.

For the fall, I'll be coaching youth two days a week, with the option to play pickup on Mondays. Signed up for two fall leagues, one as a captain. First time drafting a team. Plenty of ultimate to look forward to, but its important to remember what it is all about - avenging our crushing defeat in the Gunxgiving alumni game. Gunxgiving IX will be a showdown.

Pizza Time.
<3 77

PS reading through old blog posts is more hilarious than ever, less painful. I was so dang conclusive about things! Hindsight is hard because I have a big butt. Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

Bummer Blog

The weight of time since last blogging have crushed every post I've tried to write since. Now I'm coming up short. I trained for a year to make a run at Empire and likewise, came up short. That was hard but still felt good, because I got feedback about how much I'd improved since last year's tryout. At least that's progress.

Unfortunately, real adult life intervened since then and forced me to drop out of the tryout process for Youngbloods. Can't get my work schedule adjusted and all their practices are Saturdays, which I am stuck working for the second summer in a row. Could not even go to the tryout tournament. It is looking like this will be my first summer in six years not playing club. That's weird. 

The irony is, I'm in the best shape of my life and have the best functional throws I've ever had too. I finally figured out how to throw forehand hucks again and my break throws are so sick right now, dude. But no club, and no summer league in Brooklyn this year. Mentally, my new challenge ultimate wise will be keeping up the fitness grind without the motivation of a club season, and setting up my life so that I'll be both fit and able to play next year. Next fucking year, that's a long time away. 

On the upside my art is going really well, that's my main priority anyway, but it still hurts losing the club season. If I had at least been able to finish the tryout process and gotten cut, I would have avoided the "what if" now hanging over my head. I thought I had a good shot. Oh well. On to the next one, like we used to sing in the southside days. 

I used to train halfheartedly and inconsistently, but now I workout every week and am trying to learn as much as I can, and train intelligently. I'm thinking of getting certified to become a personal trainer or functional strength coach. That would be a cool as hell job. Progress is the name of the game. 

Stay up, ya'll. 

2014 Redux

Two weeks until the first event of Empire tryouts. I'm doing almost everything I can to play at my best, but I need to step it up and go the extra mile. Winning takes lots and lots of work. I've never won much. This might be the year. I'm working for it.

This past year, I got better at juggling job work, ultimate work and art work, producing increasingly well at all three at once, and am continuing to build on that. To make Empire, I'm going to have to be all about ultimate for a while, without lapsing in my practice of art or my job performance. Right on. Life has conditions, accept them and work or complain about them and fail. Its not simple. Pithy advice and inspirational quotes fall short because practice of positive life goals is easy to reduce to witty one liners about inspiration that actually make you feel worse about all the work you have to do, every day, to achieve real results. Its all about practice.

It is easy to write about the struggle to get better at ultimate but my physical game's improvement is contingent upon strengthening my mental health, and that's harder to write about. I started seeing a psychiatrist again, a good one this time. That's helped a lot. Finding medication that is helping me feel better has been a blessing. My initial experience with various kinds of medication was so horrible that it took me a year to try again. This time its working, and I can focus better, train better. I can make plays now I could not have made even at my best in college. I have a competitive drive now that is focused. I want to win.

Bring on 2015.
Big ups to the blog friends.

Got to throw outside last night, barely anyone came to pickup due to the new winter league starting but we got some mini in at McCarren. I figured out why my short backhands got bad, been throwing them really close to the body with all wrist. Really easy to mess a throw like that up, and I had a few at turkey bowl that just got blown away too high. So I practiced for about a half hour working on really stepping out and using arm length. Throws seemed to improve, but if I want to be seriously competitive I need to devote more time to throwing in general, at least once a week. My forehand is huge. Hucks on both sides looked good but without a mark its hard to tell, really. In mini I was able to get any throw off I wanted, but again hard to tell. No one was marking too hard. Still, fun to get out there. I made some plays that indicate my workout routine is paying off.

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.

What More Can I Say (southside remix)

Here's the thing. Nothing changes in without massive effort. That is for sure. And it is daunting to note how little our daily actions, tough and meaningful as they may seem, can alter the flow of the river of life, or whatever.

I was thinking about this kind of thing last night, could not sleep at all. Finished a pretty wild novel (The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, a for-sure headtrip) and it left me reeling and lacking the sandman's gift. Ended up watching the Toronto Rush home opener on youtube (check out the 37:00 mark to see captain Gabe fall over for no visible reason. Love you Gabe). At one point, they cut to a shot of a young Rush fan, waving his arms in the air and screaming at the camera, rocking an oversized jersey.

We were not even that young when we played pickup in Carmel, and had to deal with an indifferent faculty and a certain subgroup of our peers who felt the need to call us faggots on the regular just for chasing some plastic around now and then. We also dressed a bit weird, but like c'mon. One day I will write about it and spin it in such a way that it seems like a really melodramatic coming of age struggle, which it was, sometimes. That was probably the most adversity I have faced in my ultimate career. Its only gone up in terms of support from peers, school, work, etc. But we did our part to advance the sport, such as we could, and it was a little drop in the big bucket of our sport, our mantra, whatever, which is of course a small part of whatever else is going on on Earth at any given time.

And maybe that young kid, ten or twelve years old, goes to school in his Rush jersey every week and gets made fun of by his peers for caring so much about a sport they've never heard of. But he'll have the last laugh because down the line, our legitimacy is building, because of his and other drops in the bucket, its almost ready to tip and splash the unassuming populace a little, capture more hearts who have not, as yet, gone home with layout mud from head to foot, or stayed up all night watching their friends compete on ESPN, or been kicked off their high school football field for playing pickup without supervision from a faculty member.

Simple Things

On the way home from work, I had a very basic epiphany that sparked an idea for a blog post. What was it?

Maybe: how much Stonefish/Boomslang drama will there be this season, and will it make me feel like I am in college again?

No no, that was not it.

Oh yeah: dumb jokes aside, I was practicing pivots after closing up at work, and showing some of my coworkers how to throw a forehand. I've been helping coach a  brand new high school team this spring, and thus teaching a lot of basic forehand. And I guess its finally paid off in terms of my own game: tonight, I realized why my throws were so goddam bad last year.

Hah. They were, they really were. And I was not throwing enough outside of practice to realize exactly why.  I threw the least turnovers I ever have as a handler, but I struggled with hucks and forehand breaks (my goddam prior bread and butter). They were occasionally good, occasionally very bad, often mediocre at best. Mostly mediocre. And the reason why is that while I have become more learned in how to throw properly brain wise, my muscles have forgotten the goddam basics.

My muscle memory has never had a great shelf life. It used to drive me nuts in high school when we'd stop throwing for winter (other than sophomore year, when we literally threw every day). I always threw outside until at least the end of november, and would get back by the end of February. I had a buddy who would quit before Halloween and come back in April, just as good as he had been, while my form would have suffered and have to be at least partially relearned.

So basically, when I pivot, I pivot into an outside in throwing position. If I thought about it and wound up, I could usually put something good together. But trying to huck off a quick pivot, and ya'll know I have an itchy trigger finger, often resulted in a big blady forehand or a backhand way out of bounds on the left side - my default pivot to either side yields an outside in throw probably 7 out of 10 times. I don't think enough while playing to correct that mid pivot.

This actually helped my backhand a little: I learned to break outside in, a really dirty and useful throw, as long as the wind is not behind you or too gusty. But other than that my throws are a lot worse than they could be. So I guess thank goodness I figured this out now. Its crucial for both my game and sanity to throw a lot in the upcoming weeks, and I need to practice with goddam intention and fix my goddam pivot.

Its really not a hard fix it just needs lots of reps, and I need to remember to use the off hand to drive the disc to the proper orientation on both sides. Without the off hand in play, pivoting while switching grip takes at least a half second longer. Maybe that's part of the problem, I stopped using my off hand to drive.

Throw throw throw throw throw, etc.

Much love, blog friends.

When Winter's Over

Officially cut from Empire. Not that I didn't expect it - I had to miss the first invite only tryout due to work, a minor concession to adulthood in the grand scheme of things. Being who I am, I strongly considered quitting my job. Thankfully, soberer heads (my head, the next morning) prevailed and I did not pull the trigger on that particular bit of brilliance.

That meant I had a lot of pressure to excel at the final invite only tryout. This pressure kind of welled up behind my eyeballs a little bit, and while I played better than I did at the open tryout, I did not give the kind of performance I needed to get a spot on the team. It would have really helped to play flawless ultimate, but between nerves and a gusty Hudson River wind I could not execute that. Catching tentatively is not a good sign. Gotta be aggressive. I wasn't.

On the upside, Spring is here and Stonefish tryouts are just around the corner. I'm very excited for this season. I've been doing a lot of thinking and planning, working to become a new kind of player, and leader. I feel ready. Just have to trust in the process. I had something for this - lots more words. But what's the point? I will say this, I am getting better at dividing my energy in a way that creates functionality rather than self opposition.

Oh but back to tryouts though, it was very windy and that punished my throws. I am releasing way too high, especially on forehands. And my pinpoint outside in backhand swing move is hurt by the wind as well. Basically I need to throw a lot, did not practice enough last season and the year prior to last season. On the upside, I understand throwing a lot better now, but that knowledge needs some thorough drilling to become game ready. There is a great article on ultiworld where Ben Wiggins talks about how much we take for granted that really great players drill basic throwing a LOT. I can make brilliant throws but not consistently. So: repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Radio Edit: made it back from tryouts just in time for the finals of winter league. We won, narrowly. Go Rebels!

Bats Bats Bats

Went to Empire tryouts on Sunday. The weather was absolutely gorgeous - fifty, with barely a flicker of breeze. However, the turf was covered in about an inch of snow that was both icy and slushy - painful to layout on, slippery to cut on.

The tryout was huge - someone said a hundred people, something in that ballpark. After a warmup and quick introduction from the owner and coaches, tryouts were split into four groups rotating through four stations - mini, agility and sprinting, and two drills. My group started out with a pretty standard cutting drill - cut for an under, throw it deep, cut deep for the next guy, then get in line to throw to the unders, repeat. The repeat part was tough, had a bit of asthma trouble but I did okay. The snow made this drill tricky. 

Next we went to mini, three on three on an absolutely tiny field. No margin for error, five second stalls. My team managed to win all of our games by virtue of always having a reset - other groups tried more elaborate cutting, and tended to get stuck and have to force something. We cut one at a time, it worked. A little bit of instant chemistry. This was the strongest point of the tryout for me. Only had one turnover, a handblock that I avenged later in the game. 

Our third station was sprinting and agility, where we were timed running forties and doing a basic agility drill. They did not give us our times, but I know I am faster than last season, which is encouraging. Squats are starting to pay off, need to do more. 

Due to time constraints, we did not get to do the fourth station, which is a shame as it looked like a pretty fun drill and I would have liked another shot in a drill situation after the inhaler kicked in and I could actually breathe. Should have puffed before the game. Thanks to Abe for lending me a puff during the first drill. It was great seeing you buddy, not sure if you read this.

To end the tryout, we scrimmaged full field in the snow (one endzone was shoveled before the idea of shoveling the entire field was abandoned). The scrimmage was games to three, with your tryout group being your team. There were a bunch of good players in my group, but we had no chemistry. The snow did not help, no team looked great, exactly. A couple people made big plays. I don't envy the job of cutting down the group for the next tournament after those conditions, although from what I hear it will be harder for the Rumble, who had tryouts the day before in 35 mph winds. 

I have no idea if I'll get a callback to the next round, but it was good to get out there. Gorgeous weather, and good motivation for the club season. Still getting the hang of throwing with friction gloves, but certain positives are emerging. Last night at winter league, I realized that with the increased grip it is easy to throw huge outside in backhands with perfect touch, great for just giving defenders absolutely no chance to make a play. Same goes for slightly outside in backhand breaks, my new favorite. Had more trouble with forehand hucks, which I am releasing way too high. In general, my forehand form is kinda rough right now, need to practice a lot so I always get low in the game. We played last night in a pretty consistent upwind downwind, and my upwind flicks were ugly.  

It was nice to play ultimate twice in one week. Been a while. Really missing club and excited for the upcoming season. Wore my Stonefish jersey to league and it felt real good.

UPDATE got a callback to the first invite only tryout. Needless to say, I am very excited.
<3

Mutate

Switch the field. Create new paradigms or die.

Etc.

Howe

Winter league cancelled again this past week, and with more snow coming Sunday we'll be lucky to play next. We did play two weeks ago in the fresh snow, and that was awesome. Friction gloves are the truth, any doubt I had about their sizing or usefulness were assauged as soon as I threw with them in the snow for the first time. It was not warm out. My throws were fine.

It is definitely an adjustment, throws stay truer to the angle of release due to the increased grip, so your form has to be perfect to do anything fancy. Power throws tend to stay low and flat, which is very useful, but its tougher to throw big hucks with touch. They really punish you for not throwing properly, which will definitely pay off in the long run. The only worry I have is that I will become too dependant on them but that's probably a silly thing to worry about at this juncture.

I just love attacking the breakside wing during zone points. Breaking the cup to your left wing cutter, the wing tends to back off to cover deep and if you break the cup by enough yards you get a good amount of unmarked time. I love it when the wing cutter centers the disc and then the left handler (me, in this case, at this winter league game) runs up the sideline to catch a big reset and just put it right into the endzone. With proper timing you can take out a zone in four or five throws that way without hucking. Sure its easier at winter league, but we scored on Ironside that way too.

Snow ultimate is still fun. Snow cancellations still suck. Etc etc. Want to play so bad. On the upside, been throwing every day, even if its just touches with myself (yeahhh) on the way home from work. Get your hands comfortable in the cold, all.

Work in five hours yay

Due to weather and birthdays I have not been to league yet this year. Troubling. On the upside, getting squats done, which is the main thing. Injury prevention and increased fitness. Yes please.

Working on a book project, hopefully it will yield something interesting. Need to get mad work done so I don't go insane. Both on and off the ultimate field, the postive net gain of consistent work is the recipe for any true happiness I've found on Earth thus far. Want more. Need more.

Etc, etc. Ain't even tried the friction gloves yet. Tuesday night can't come soon enough.

Miss you, blog friends

News

Kurt Gibson on San Jose? GG AUDL. 

Winter league later today, first time stepping on the field in a long while. Yay

Ding Dang Dong

Finally picked up a disc for some outdoor action 13 days into the new year. Made it out to pickup on my lunch break to enjoy the relatively warm weather that has followed the polar vortex. Did I wonder if two weeks of little running, less sleep and lots of eating and drinking would have a negative effect on my game? Hell no. I was brimming with the reckless confidence of a maniac.

After a quick jog halfway back to work to find my Guilderland jersey that I'd dropped on the way over, I dove right in to some 3 on 3 box. Never been a big fan of box, but it was nice to break in the ol lungs in a game format where defense is incredibly easy.

A couple more dudes showed up so we got down to business: 4 on 4 mini with boots for cones. Sweet.  It was great to be back on the field, and showed me what to expect for winter league today and in the upcoming weeks: pain. Somehow my lungs are wrecked again. Maybe its the cold air. I forgot to breathe through my nose. Legs are okay, but a long warmup is necessary. Need to sync the lungs and legs up. Throws are basically fine as long as I am active. Fitness baseline is good, long road to Stonefish. Gotta get hyped for work.

Things I do not like about pickup: "I'm not straddling the line if I landed on THIS PART of the shoe cone," closely followed by, and this is a much more general and common occurrence, when there is a woman on one team and no women on the other, and the dude that guards her keeps trying to poach and help other defenders, and she scores on him over and over. That's about the fourth worst kind of "ultimate sexism", and also really annoying for said duder's teammates. Yikes. I'm just, no fun though.

You know what else is annoying? Playing as a conservative handler in a pickup game. Maybe I am being punished for every turnover I inflicted on David over the years. It’s tough trying to play as a reset handler when everyone else will instantly jack it to the same third of the field. Haha. No fun. I tried to be gregarious and friendly but for at least one dude I was the pickup buzzkill.

Which is a good segue into the next thing I have on my mind: I'm realizing more and more lately that my facial expressions and tone of voice show a lot more of my inner monologue than I ever realized. Emily told me this, and it was confirmed by how customers react to me at work. I'm learning to control my facial expressions and tone more deliberately, but I don't really know where to start. And its 10x as tough on the ultimate field, when the blood is pumping.

The thing is, the negativity I project is not even directly proportional to how I'm feeling. I'm just not great at even like, knowing what my face is doing. And I have no idea how I sound. How I sound in my head is apparently way less negative than I often come off, in general. How to fix that? I barely have a clue. Anger issues don't help either. Lots of mental game work to do, but my confidence is high right now.

I don't engage both my arms when I jump, leading to a kind of awkward faux superman pose. I can probably jump higher while reducing residual awkwardness.. With my highest approach jump indoors I can hang on the rim with one hand. Goal for now is to get two up there. Maybe with enough squats and squat jumps, I'll be able to dunk.

Zim zam zoom.
Seeya later blog friends.

The Nasal Struggle

So its two thousand and fourteen. Year of the horse I guess. The recent ice age put the kibosh on winter league this past week, so I have not gotten to try my new cleats yet. Hopefully the field has melted by now, and that this week is just a bit warmer.

Working on breathing technique. Finally trying to learn to breathe through my nose, and time breaths with running steps. Three seconds in, two out, something like that. It hurt a lot, breathing through the nose in the cold last week. Hopefully I'll have it figured out by the summer.

Really got not much going on, ultimate wise, but I did make two important realizations. Grapefruits can be peeled like oranges, and are very good that way. Also, on a cold day, pajamas under pants will keep you warm and cozy. And for those of you following along at home, I did reach my sketchbook goal for 2013.

Got new cleats and friction gloves for Christmas. Winter league returns in nine days. Gonna have sore toes.

Classic new years resolution post coming soon, maybe.