Told me at Nationals
That I learned stuff from Ultimate that I can apply to my life.
He's said smart things before, so I figured that I should work this out for myself. What is it that I've learned from Ultimate, exactly?
- ignore the world.
- run through pain.
- read a defense.
- design an offense.
- break down an offense.
- take apart physical actions into their constituent parts.
- win arguments without getting into them.
- start arguments and walk away.
- trash-talk so tangentially that I can't not win.
- smile when I kick your ass.
- read the rulebook.
- catch things despite the pain they cause.
- read a disc.
- push people around without my hands.
- establish physical positions that are difficult to dislodge.
- throw the disc. Hard.
- reasonably good forehand and backhand form in racquet sports.
- use my freakishly long arms.
- not grasp what "on serve" means.
- not keep a team together.
- do a muscle-up.
- properly buddy-tape my fingers.
- run with a hangover.
- run while intoxicated.
- use the total hangover cure.
- smile as people stab you in the back. Metaphorically.
- feel athletically inferior.
- feel athletically superior.
- yell about nothing important.
- give my body away.
- be horribly disappointed by the inability of people to play by the rules they agree to play by.
- get into fights.
- get out of fights.
- run away from problems.
- laugh it away when my teammate tells someone to suck his nuts in a not-at-all joking fashion.
- share the toy.
- lose the game. Damn. Furf will have to call his mother after I tell him.
- spend my savings.
- relate everything to ultimate.
- drive all night, play all day, drink all night, play all day, drive all night.
- lie to myself.
- become more cynical.
- throw with my left hand.
- do yoga.
- give up on my teammates.
- not believe in everyone.
- overmatch overmatched novices in league play.
- know what tabatas are.
- accept that when I speak with people, that they aren't usually listening to what I say.
- disappear from parties/gatherings such that no one notices until I'm gone.
- rent a car for cheap.
- fall asleep on your couch at just the right time so that even if you kick me out, I'll have gotten enough sleep.
- sleep on the floor.
- sleep without sheets/blankets/pillows.
- sleep the cold away.
- sleep the heat away.
- sleep the pain away.
- conspicuously&studiously not know the score.
- get up at insane hours to save $$ by skipping a night in a hotel.
- pretend I like shitty food that people cook.
- not bother to interact with teammates.
- not call attention to bad company.
- accept that sometimes I'm too tired to drive.
- not determine which animals should or should not be eaten based on intelligence.
- let someone tell their story even if you know it is uninteresting.
- type daily on something pointless.
- write a blog.
- recognize that all frisbee players don't all play frisbee.
- give up on r.s.d.
- play at an all-night hat tournament.
- be late unabashedly.
- not throw to girls.
I've learned that I've lost my momentum here.
Friday, January 28
Told me at Nationals
Wednesday, January 5
spew like these (1,2) into ultimate terms.
How do you design your offense?
How do you design your defense?
How about the emphasis, the quirks?
How about the weight, the heavy lifting?
How about the rate at which the disc should change hands?
How about the tweaks to minimize the advantage of the other team having an all-world player?
How about a little VORP?
How about a little DVOA?
Just seeds to grow food for thought.