Played pickup on Tuesday. I would like to use being sick as an excuse for me moving slower than me circa 2008, but that definitely doesn't cover the drop or three misreads I had so what's the point.
It is a lot harder to play defense against people who can throw, since my normal strategy of fronting (get it?) doesn't work when anyone with the disc has no reservations about putting up a 50-yarder. Such is life.
Not sure what I am doing for my birthday yet. Sonny seemed like he wanted to have me throwing up on something or someone, so that is always an option. Then again, there's no place to puke like your own toilet.
I woke up at 4:20 on the dot today. I am clearly a master.
I tried to drink beer the other night but boy it was gross. Coastal Wheat BLOWS.
" I remember my first few weeks playing Ultimate in college when, because of my soccer background, standing in a tight stack in the middle of the field felt so unnatural. I wanted to spread out like in soccer. As a rookie who couldn't throw further than 15 feet, I was pegged as a cutter and continued to struggle with the stack concept until one practice where we were randomly assigned different roles. I got to be a handler, and though I still couldn't throw, I could see where I wanted to throw. That's when the stack concept started to make more sense to me. All it took was seeing the field from a different perspective."
- Ryan Morgan, The Huddle
I have always felt this way; I have no idea why I never voiced it.
That's all.
P.S. 204
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