It's ridiculous. I'm addicted. Even though I have so much to improve, even though I'm not the strongest player out there, and even though after the first two points my lungs are screaming at capacity - the sport is just... so wonderfully simple, and fast-paced, and awesome. I can't handle it. Can't get enough. Hope I can play until I'm 60.
Last fall, our team got the overall tournament W. My first frisbee championship. Before, no matter whose team I was on, we always ended up second. On tournament day, the girls on our fall team were all gone for one reason or another. I played savage most of the day. Umm... that was crazy. No breaks, no rest, and definitely not enough water. Halfway through the second game, my calves cramped. I fell on the ground, unable to stand. I felt completely obnoxious. And so helpless. My coach had to stretch me out on the field while I cursed myself for not shaving my legs. Ooooh, please don't touch my legs, don't touch my legs! Seriously? He touched my legs. Well, my foot connected to my hairy leg. I wanted to die. Okay, I already wanted to die because my calves hurt so bad. I then just wanted to die more.
In the end, our team kicked booty. We weren't expected to win, or even come in second. In fact, we were seeded last in the bracket. Yes, that made victory even sweeter.
In summary, I like ultimate frisbee. A lotta.
