Sunday, December 30, 2007

Why do you play Ultimate - part 6
















These are all Taz's pics. SLowe's memory card kept crashing my computer when I tried to copy his pics.

Highlights of the party include:
  • Allen kisses girl. Girl runs away.
  • Favorite EBAY moments on the back porch outside with Kevin, Russ, Ham, Taz, Gizmo, and Fresh. EBAY on 3.
  • The sheer number of flicks and D's I pulled off.
  • Ernst trying to hit on every girl there, and failing miserably.
  • Robot drinking half a bottle of Disaronno before anyone even shows up. Robot walking to the back yard to puke. Robot spending the rest of the party in my room, already passed out.
  • The EBAY pic, obv.
Happy New Year everyone.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Beware O - recap

It didn't rain. That fact alone made my day. Robot and I left my place at a ridiculously early hour (yet we were still late) to go help Matt set up the tournament. People signed in, teams were adjusted to balance for the people who paid but didn't show, and we were sent on our merry way for 6 rounds of action. Team 14, "(Little Miss) Sunshine" with Tyler Grant, Hammie, Venga, Timmy from LPC, and Taz and we ended the day with a solid 4-2 finish against the following teams:
  • W - Team 13: Ernst, Matteo, Ratchet, Fresh.
  • W - Team 11: Matty Sung, Kissman, Win, Slowe, Vince from Chico, Lizzy, Vonni (Pumba + bro might have been there, I didn't recognize them if they were).
  • L - Team 12: Kevin + bro, Tommy, Dan from Tide/Condors, Slap.
  • W - Team 10: Brett, Potter, Kyle from Chico, Rafa.
  • W - Team 9: Allen, Ross from Last Call, Danny, Gizmo.
  • L - Team 5: Matt West, Roeder, Swink, Bobble, Kurtis from Vacaville.
I'm really surprised at the number of people that paid but didn't show up. Good foresight on Matt's part, I suppose. People seemed to be satisfied with the tourney this year. Shortened games to 11 and 6 rounds was an interesting experiment and would have worked better if teams had more players. I guess next time we'll aim for more than 15-16 people per team. More girls would be nice too, 5:2 and sometimes even 6:1 was not what we wanted.

I did my best to not throw righty. Thankfully Tyler was doing a disgusting job of jumping over fools to catch my lefty backhand rips. I didn't stay for the finals but somehow Ernst's Team 13 won. That just blows my mind, not because we beat them, but I seriously didn't think I made his team that strong. That and the fact that Eastham was suppose to be on his team but never showed.

My drinking get-together afterwards went well. I ended up with more alcohol than I started and I think everyone that Ernst didn't try to hit on had a good time. The house cleaned up surprisingly fast the next morning and after saying goodbyes to the people that stayed the night I rushed to work, 4 hours late (whoops). Moral: I need to hold more parties.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Beware O teams

Team 1
Allen Thoe
Davin Lyons
Max Jacobs
Ian Williamson
Rick Henriquez
Dominic Sheehy
Justin Dever
Chris McNeill
Johncaleb Sarrsfield
Noah Hopton
Colin Morgan-Outhisack






Megan Schoellhamer
Laura Mosbacher
Hannah Perrin
Adrian Connolly

Team 2
Will Griffin
Taylor Lahey
John Cairns
scott miller
David Protter
Nick Woelfl
Trevor Latimer
Joshua Caraco
Eric Weigle
James McBride
Alex Hall






Maya Gilliss-Chapman
Lara Kehoe Hoffman
Juliana Spector

Team 3
Adam leventhal
daniel cox
Jon Miles
Noel Arsenault
Jacob Serrano
David Barnes
Jessup Ferris
Patrick Sanan
Jimmy Wang
Cody Cassidy
Julian Arsenault






Kitt Hodsden
Elle Burstein
Janelle Burns
Annie Tran

Team 4
Collin Biondo
Daniel Naruo
Brian Zimmer
Nate Paymer
Cyrus Malek
David Schuster
Greg Yachuk
Scott Pearring
Jeff Croshal
Harry Tannenbaum
Jeff Lee






Meredith Allen
Kaela Jorgenson
Maggie Pearson

Team 5
Matt West
Scott Roeder
Max Schleicher
Sunny Saini
Kurtis Mundell
Justin Elliott
Benjamin Zuercher
Jeff Schwarz
Sam Swink
Josh Kalsbeek
Davis Koenig






Danielle Hammon
Amy Barnes
Theresa Kellerman

Team 6
Phil Hansen
Matthew Thornton
Doug Huseby
Joe Shaw
Eric Roth
Brandon Roe
David Tran
Bryan Nguyen
Jackson Stearns
Christian Denney
Gabe Kiritz






Gretchen Sites
Natalie Seitz
Sara Klotz

Team 7
nick raisch
Adam Fagin
Jeff Hartline
Wesley Yan
Russ Corbett-Detig
Benjamin irvine
Kevin Manss
Philip Hansen
Karan Sharma
John Kochendorfer
Mark Elbogen






Mia Smucny
Julie Sussman
ginger wong
Phoebe Bryson-Cahn

Team 8
Adam Raty
Robert Gormley
Grant Cole
Tim Tirrell
Steven Chang
Scott Beamer
mark herrera
Yonatan Rafael
Cedric Puleston
nick green
Cody Brock






vicki ly
xiu mei chen
Shannon Gill

Team 9
Allen Lai
Pascal Mickelson
Ross Lenta
Daniel Walters
Daniel Brady
Spencer Massey
Alex Linden
Todd Gregorian
Patrick Lee
Kenny Wu
Erin Mahoney






Andi Coleman
Kendra Hershey
Andrea Cardenas
Wanty Chow

Team 10
Brett Inenaga
kyle harper
Adam Calo
Daniel Smith-Rowsey
Jon Ng
Chris Mahaffey
jeff skoke
Thaddeus Seher
Jean-Carlos Ortiz
Jack Nakagawa
Andrew Ho
Philip Chang




Cynthia Nguyen
Sarah Howell
Allison Johnston

Team 11
Matty Sung
Matt Kissmann
Nguyen Cao
Kevin Parker
Steven Lowe
Stephen Hubbard
Perry Auld
Vincent Frey
James McCann
Scott Bauer
Boris Lipkin
Ben Hubbard




Lizzy Dostal
Vonni Cheng
Alma Sugiarto
Christine Lazaro

Team 12
kerry karter
Joaquin Nagle
Tom McComrack
Zac St. George
Kevin Jou
Daneil Brooks
jason chen
Ethan Christman
Vincent Wu
Dan Bellinger
Ronald Jou






Manisha Daryani
Brinn Langdale
Judy Quan
Liane Grant

Team 13
Ernst Westphal
Jeff Eastham-Anderson
Justin Morrison
Kris Thomson
Alec Surmani
Boris Kogan
Matthew Fong
Mike Long
Daniel Harkin
Jake Hartman-Kenzler
Blake Yu






Annie Banks
Sam Sylvester
Samantha Peters

Team 14
Michael Liu
Tyler Grant
Samuel Chen
Andrew Kim
Jeffrey Elliott
Joey Durkin
Alan Sevier
Michael Dorsey
Tim Bonnell
Kevin Scarbery
Konrad Chan






Angie Sanan
Katherine Miles
Julie Pacholik

Sorry about the formatting ugliness. This was the only way I could think of to post this thing.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

A-ron the kid

A shout-out to my boy A-ron. This kid is disgusting. He didn't catch either discs in the pics below, but that's ok, he plays D.






Expect him to be jumping over fools on the sand at Lei Out. Mike Namkung and Jody Dozono have also joined the Brown cause. Brett and his Davis couples team, Silver Dragon Number J, better watch out (although props to him for a clever team name).

I lost a rosham to Venus. I'm stuck with making shorts for Downtown Brown. They will be 5Ultimate and they will be sick.

I'll make teams for Beware O tomorrow. There's a 50% chance of Rain Ultimate, my favorite.

Monday, December 24, 2007

I like buying things

Merry Christmas to me!

45 bucks on eBay (31 + 14 shipping). My Christmas present to myself. The 3 season box set of Arrested Development didn't count. Or the '06 and '07 Open Division Ultivillage DVDs. Those were, uh, belated birthday gifts to myself. Yeah. That works.

Hope everyone has a fun and safe winter break. See you at Beware O 11.

Friday, December 21, 2007

40mm vs 175g

I've been brainstorming the subtle and obvious differences between the two sports I'm most familiar with, table tennis and Ultimate. These two games might cater to very different types of athletes but they still share qualities found in any competitive athletic sport. I'll share my own experiences for the most part (although it would be interesting to see what Adam's take on this topic is).

Round 1 - Injuries

Table tennis - Not a strong suit for TT in terms of manliness, that's for sure. I used to do this stupid drill where I had to attack these short serves that were just inches away from double bouncing on the table. Don't worry if that sentence didn't make any sense to you, just picture swinging the paddle to hit the ball while it's only inches away from the edge of the table. This lead to a lot of poorly aimed swings that clipped various parts of my hand against the table. The room I practiced in for most of my table tennis career was kinda small so sometimes I'd make a huge swing at the ball only to nail my hand against the cement wall. Ouch. Once I saw this top level player take off his shoes after a match to find red lining the bottom of his socks. The width of the table is only 5 feet. Imagine how hard he was grinding side to side to make his feet bleed like that.

Ultimate - I'm up to 3 collarbone breaks in my life, the 2 that were due to Ultimate were both on my dominant arm. Wearing a bra to keep my shoulders braced back was not fun but at least I learned to throw lefty. Layout scars are cool reminders of the sport, but torn ACLs aren't. Wrist tendonitis is not fun either.

R1 Winner: Table tennis

Round 2 - Equipment/Clothing


Table tennis - Butterfly, Stiga, Donic, and more companies that most of you have never heard of. Looking back now, I realized that dressing for table tennis really meant dressing like a goob. I had to wear collared shirts and my mom always combed my hair for me before tournament days. The constant plyos motions (sidestep and karaoke) necessary for each point required short shorts at mid-thigh or higher. Short shorts are a big no-no. Annual equipment costs for table tennis consists of shoes (~80), a blade (150-200), and monthly purchases of new rubber (50 x 2). Ouch. Finding a TT company to sponsor you is pretty important. Butterfly would send me the bare minimum of stuff but that still would offset me at least 1500 per year in expenses.

Ultimate - Patagonia, GAIA, VC, 5Ultimate, and others come out with a variety of gear. I'm proud to wear my jerseys and shorts off the field. If people stare at the layout stains on your chest just do what I do and glare back at them. I think I'm up to 18 or so jerseys and I like my jersey number. Thankfully I'm a handler so a pair of cleats can last me at least a year. Robot shreds cleats and goes through 4-5 pairs a year. Cleats (~100), jersey/shorts (~50), and a disc (4). Besides those costs all you need is a field and nice weather.

R2 Winner: Ultimate

Round 3 - Athleticism/learning curve

Table tennis - Many people think table tennis requires little athletic skill. It takes a lot of effort to track that damn ball back and forth at speeds upward of 70 mph. And no, it's not like Forrest Gump. Table tennis takes a lot of fast twitch muscle memory and a ridiculous amount of hand-eye-feet coordination. At the highest level, it takes two players of similar skill levels to be able to display the constant back and forth attacks needed for a spectator to realize how much athleticism is really involved. This type of skill set might not be as noteworthy as Beau jumping over Runner but it's still a type of athleticism that takes years of practice and physical training. The learning curve is also much less forgiving for table tennis. Imagine how much your Ultimate game would improve if you practiced everyday for 2-3 hours a day, for 8 years. You'd be a monster. I was still a chump.

Ultimate - I've seen some amazing displays of athleticism on the field. It's a lot easier to notice when it's two guys going after the same disc than two guys hitting a stupid ball that you can't even see back and forth. Running suicides, running stadium stairs, lifting, doing agility workouts, and so much more needs to be invested off the field. Learning the rules and the game might take a little getting used to but the sky is the limit from there. The hardest part about this learning curve? The throwing, obv.

R3 Winner: Ultimate

Round 4 - Public appeal

Both sports seem to be struggling to gain popularity against the mainstream sports in the US. I definitely see a lot of similarities between the two player-run organizations, USATT and UPA. Everyone had a bright and ingenious idea of how to bring table tennis to the big show back when I still played and was quick to offer criticism to whoever was in charge. Seems like Ultimate is the same way. Table tennis just took more of a gamble with changing the rules whereas Ultimate is still clinging to its precious SOTG. Imagine if Ultimate suddenly mandated that the disc size had to be increased by 5%, games were to be played based on time elapsed instead of to a certain number of points, and the thrower had too much of an advantage with the disc and therefore was no longer allowed to pivot. Pretty outrageous, but that's what happened to table tennis. The ball diameter was increased from 38mm to 40mm because the higher ups thought by slowing the game down it would be attract more of an audience (people were apparently complaining that it was too hard to see a 38mm ball hit back and forth on TV). Games were also adjusted from 21 points with 5 serves per player to 11 points with 2 servers per player. And lastly the server couldn't hide his serve anymore, the ball had to be visible for its entire up and down path before serve contact. Did the gamble work? I dunno, do you see table tennis on ESPN now?

Ultimate markets to the college crowd on campuses across the country. Varsity athletes from high school turn to the disc because they still have that competitive drive in them. This is probably one of the reasons why the UCSD program is strong every year. Youth Ultimate and summer leagues and BBQ pickup can be found all over these days. Yet with all the athleticism of Ultimate the best we can offer the general public is CSTV. Ouch. It might still be a while before Ultimate shakes off the generic preconceived notions of playing with dogs and hippies hitting the grass in between points. Things like Ultivillage and Cultimate are definitely helping though, and the UPA is doing its best to transform into the harsh and unforgiving entity that's required and seen in other legit sports (read: Ambush at UCC '07). Remember the trump card though, table tennis is an Olympic sport and is hitting their 20 year mark next summer in Beijing. You can't really argue against a fact like that. Hint: bet on China to win all 5 events (men's singles and doubles, women's singles and doubles, and mixed doubles).

R4 Winner: Table tennis

Round 5 - Culture/travel


I think I was 12 when I first visited China to train for table tennis. I went to a local school in the city where I was born, Wuhan, and realized how different the training ethic was compared to back in the US. These kids were my age and they were pretty much living in a table tennis dorm. They would go to class for 6 hours, come back to their room to change, and then train for 6 hours in 3-hour sessions with a mandatory nap in between. Their free time was spent doing schoolwork and studying for exams. My skill set was about the middle of the pack compared to the other kids my age. When I came back just two years later I couldn't keep up with any of them and I was dead last. In those two years I found a Butterfly sponsorship to give me free stuff because I was one of the top juniors in the US. Meanwhile these kids were probably still using the same equipment they were two years ago and they could easily wreck house if they ever found their way across the Pacific. Out of the hundreds of kids in that school that displayed talent, maybe only 2 or 3 would be able to rise above their classmates to compete on the provincial team. That kind of explosive growth is commonplace in all cities throughout China.

Playing table tennis in the US has graced me with opportunities to travel abroad and compete internationally alongside other US juniors. Visiting countries like China, France, Poland, and Denmark have all been incredible memories. I hope to have similar traveling experiences with Ultimate. Tournaments like Fools, Potlatch, and Labor Day are under my belt since this time last year with Lei Out only a month away. Bigger names like Kaimana and Paganello loom in the horizon, uncertain of when they will land. I look forward to the green grass, blue skies, and bright sun in my Ultimate future as I'm suited up and remembering to breathe right before the pull. Table tennis was fun, but no matter how much I sugarcoat the game it was still basically being trapped in a 15 x 20 foot room with low ceilings and walls that echo PING PONG PING PONG. I guess I'm an outdoors guy.

R5 Winner: Ultimate

With a score of 3-2, Ultimate wins, obv.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Too much wrist

My right wrist was hurting. I went to go see a doctor. I have tenosynovitis, acute tendonitis of the wrist. That sucks. Now I have to wear this stupid splint and do the whole ice/ibuprofen thing. At least there was no swelling, I'm hoping that's a good sign. Recovery time is a month which means lefty backhands and cutting/defense for Beware O, if I even decide to play. That one month mark is right when Lei Out starts with Santa Barbara Invite right afterwards and I don't want to jeopardize those two weekends for a stupid one day co-ed hat tournament.

So what does this mean for me. Am I going to sulk about not being able to throw with my dominant hand? Probably not. Am I going to ignore the pain, ignore the fact that I should be on crutches, and still play at CCC when I know I have a stress fracture on my ankle? Definitely not, I'm not stupid. What's the best thing to do when you're injured? Throw! In this case that doesn't really apply so what should I do instead? Throw with my left hand! And run I guess (gross).

I plan on throwing lefty backhands even further now. I'd like to start learning lefty flicks too. Since I'll be cutting a lot more I want to work on catching exclusively with my left hand and, if I do need to jump for the disc, launching from my right foot. Ambidexterity is a great thing to have on the field, especially when backed by a new fueled desire to run and get the disc. People will see a splint on my right hand and think, "Man, I should force this dude flick!" and then I step over and pull a PLANTERS NUTS on them and rip a huge lefty backhand. Then they will be sad for having forced me flick. Maybe they'll catch on after a bit and start forcing me backhand. Then I'll just be like, "Psyche! I can still throw righty backhands!" and rip another backhand. There should be a name for a sneaky maneuver like that. Maybe something like REVERSE PLANTERS NUTS. Muahahahaha.

Injuries suck. Don't get injured.

Throw. Run.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Beach Ultimate

The gig's up! Frank found my posts about Dischoops! I guess my humor isn't uniformly appreciated.

I made my way over to the city this Saturday and found myself at Ocean Beach for Ultimate on the sand. Ernst's throws did not improve nor impress me on the sand, they were still crappy. The weather was amazing, it was sunny and reasonably warm. More than once I missed my chance to sub in because I was too amazed by the horizon view or the little kid in me was too busy playing with the sand. I recognized a lot of faces (Greenough, Tyler Grant, Rocky, Ryo, Jon Remucal) enjoying their off-season and there were about 50-60 people out to support 3 fields of simultaneous action.

Here are some tips for the sand in no particular order or importance:
  • Unless you're hucking endzone to endzone, put some blade on it.
  • Close your eyes when you layout. And your mouth. And your nose.
  • The "watch the hips" defense works even better on the sand than grass. Shoulder jukes and tap-dancing feet are virtually ineffective when everyone's acceleration to topspeed is dampered because of the sinking ground. Follow your person's hips while keeping yours open and facing them as much as possible and the shut down D will show itself.
  • Encase your Nalgene and snacks with a standard plastic grocery bag. Do the same with your bag with a industrial sized black garbage bag.
  • Break the mark. Pick people on your team who can also break the mark.
  • Don't throw to Ernst.

I had a great time on the sand and now I look forward to Lei Out even more. Matt forewarned me that my calves will hurt the most after running on the sand and he was halfway right. The real killer were my toes. My calves took half a day to recover, my toes are still sore today, 2 days after the action. My first few steps on the sand saw me slow and sinking and it took a few runs to get used to it. Maybe this is a subtle message that I need to lose weight, ha!

Kevin suggested I tape the arches of my feet, I'm not sure how effective that will be in giving support to my toes but it seems worth a try. Robot mentioned these sweet sand shoes that looked like those waterproof slip-ons that little kids sometimes wear while swimming in the pool. Now I'm glad we have a lot of guys on the Lei Out roster, each point on the sand takes a lot out of me and I'll need a lot of inbetween time to survive 3 days.

Keep the signups coming for Beware O 11. Keep the teammate requests coming too. I'll probably be drafting teams within the week and I'll post them here and on the website. It's looking like Matt will be forced to change the format to 5:2 Ultimate, great. Don't blame me, I invited as many girls as I knew. Blame someone that wears glasses. And a hat. And is a TOOL.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Happy birthday mom


Please stop telling me to quit Ultimate every time I call. I don't think you're going to convince me. Or Magon.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Gloves

Apparently Slimfast scheduled a scrimmage for LPC in place of tonight's practice. Against an Open team. Against an Open Club team. Against Journeymen.

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I'm not sure how I feel about that. Too late! The wheels are already in motion!

Practice lately has been bitter cold and I've done a decent job to dress appropriately. The feet are the worst, the ground is so damn cold that the numbness goes straight through my cleats and socks. My gloves have been my secret tech MVP. I found a pair of these cotton mittens in my room that can fold back to transform into gloves with the cut-off fingertips and decided to give them a shot at practice. One of my best ideas ever. I keep the left in mitten mode and my lefty backhands still fly. I kept the right in glove mode but realized my flicks are laughable when my fingers are numb and cold so I switched over to dual mitten mode.

I'm throwing backhands all night long baby! This one play I get the disc on the flick side, hold the disc in a flick grip (like a good handler should) through the mitten mode knowing full well I wont throw a flick. I step out to throw a flick fake to see Matt streaking deep, step over again (this time with my left foot) and switch hands to rip the lefty backhand huck. No travel, no sir. I'd like to attribute that amount of sneakiness to John "The Fox" Misra. Only he could come up with such a sweet move. John Misra would also give this sweet move a sweet name and then everytime he executed said sweet move with said sweet name he'd grin and do his diabolical laugh. *cue John Misra to leave a comment*

We also do a suicide-catching drill where we sprint to a cone and come back under to practice catching (left-handed, right-handed, lobster, and pancake). I attacked the disc so much harder during the left-handed suicides and I realized it was because of the glove. The disc would hit my hand, give that satisfying *THUMP* sound, and stay caught. Maybe this is my sign to start wearing gloves, Robot-style (ha, YR).

I've also considered the idea of bringing chalk to tournaments for my hands. I think I saw a Bravo player in the finals with a huge piece of chalk in a ziplock bag as he suited up for game time. My hands are super dry all the time and sometimes it a game or two to get a layer of sweat and dirt on my hands necessary to grip the disc for flick hucks. When I used to play table tennis I would shake people's hands at the end of the game. I always noticed how sweaty and gross my opponent's hands would be so I would give them a week and feeble handshake, say good game, then turn around and wipe my hand on my shirt. Mmm, good memories.

I hope we don't lose to Journeymen. I hope more girls sign up for Beware O 11. I hope everyone is throwing.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Beware O memories

My high school career included a brief stint at Mission San Jose in Fremont. I was there for a few months in the spring semester of my sophomore year and that's how I met people like Hammie (UCI), Straightjacket (UCLA), and Alison (UCSB). We would sacrifice our lunch period to play BBQ Ultimate in the grassy area in front of the school and end up rushing to class late, sweaty, and hungry. I moved back to Iowa before finishing the semester but my first visit back to the bay area convienently landed at the end of a December, just in time to hit up Beware O 7. I don't remember much about my team or how we did that year, only that the weather was rainy and cold and miserable. I joined back up with Ham and Jenton at the end of the day and I saw Ham's white shirt was covered in mud and layout marks. I looked down at my own shirt and it was still clean. A little embarrassed, a lot of regret.

My next Beware O memory was a couple years later. I didn't have a ride from Davis but Erik agreed to pick me up if I willing to wake up early in the morning to take the train down to the bay area. My phone rang, I looked at the caller ID then looked outside my window to see it was still dark, and went back to bed. I think the voicemail message went something like, "Hey Bob, it's Erik. I'm at the station. Where are you. You better not be sleeping. I'm going to kill you with my sweet Asian kung-fu moves if you're sleeping." Whoops. Ok, maybe he didn't say that last sentence, but I'm sure that's what he was thinking.

Last year for Beware O 10 my sandbagging skills landed me on a stacked team with Taylor, Greg, and Greenough. Greg was the captain for team Horchata and looked over the roster and thought, "Who the hell is Michael Liu?". Once he realized it was me he just grinned and said, "I don't think you count as a beginner, but I'll take it!". We played our games pretty well but somehow we were still unable to break into the finals. I think our girls were pretty new and they were getting worked all day by dudes like Julie Baker and SarahP. I did get a lot of props on my Mario hat, I was quite pleased with that. The highlight of that day was playing a marathon point and having to call injury because my quads were cramping up hard to the point that they were twitching involuntarily. I went on the sidelines, shook out my legs, and went in the next point, made a layout bid, and this time my calves joined my quads in screaming pain. Good memories. I also got a handblock on Big Mike Sintetos that day, that was pretty cool.

Captain Michelle yelled at me (she's pretty scary when she's angry) to talk to 5Ultimate to ask for team packs. I've been in contact with X and Z and they've generously agreed to send some sweet gear to support the growth of Beware O and the bay area Ultimate community. A big thanks to 5Ultimate!

Matt wants me to help identify players that sandbagged their skill level so we can make even teams this year. So that basically means I'm in charge of making teams! So if you want to be paired on the same team as someone else leave me a reminder and, if I like you, I'll see what I can do. If I don't like you then I'll probably put you on Ernst's team.

Keep spreading the word about Beware O 11. There are only a few spots left for guys and a lot for girls. Please sign up if you're a girl, I don't want to play 5:2 Ultimate.

Come to Beware O 11! See you in Castro Valley on Fri, Dec 28th and don't forget your hat!

Friday, December 7, 2007

Beware-O el Sombrero 11: Al Contraro

Signups are open for Beware O 11. Get your name in quick before it's too late. If you're a girl you have a longer window to register. I'm predicting guys signup will get capped by tonight.

Beware-O el Sombrero 11: Al Contraro

I am so winning a free dinner from Captain Michelle.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Why do you play Ultimate - part 5

















EBAY <3

Details about Beware O 11 coming soon.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Bay area scrimmage - recap

As I'm walking the perimeter of the first field to set up cones the sprinklers come alive in the endzone. Whoops. I go over to set up the second field and the finish just as another set of sprinklers spray on. The water would rotate back and forth between the two fields and took longer than we were willing to wait so I made the decision to move field locations to a middle school 10 min away. Thanks to all the camps for their cooperation and willingness to move to a different venue on the fly. It was pretty funny watching the teams warm up though. They'd be in the middle of doing plyos, thinking their bags would be safe on the sidelines only inches away from the range of the shooting jets. Then the water would shift and everyone would curse and mad dash to save their stuff from getting wet.

A1. Cal (2-1)
A2. Cruz (1-2)
A3. LPC ( 3-0)
A4. Davis (0-3)

Game 1 - Cal, W 15-12
These guys were just as understaffed as we were, bringing only 11 or so guys. Charles, Matteo, the two twin towers, and a few other guys weren't there due to a combination of the Cal/Stanford football game and the stupid beach tournament that Ernst was also at. We take the first half 8-1 but give up 4-5 breaks in a row in the second half when they started running and capitalizing on our turns. We traded out from 12-8 to avoid blowing a huge lead. The highlight of this game was Robert's sick two handblocks on Choongil. Somebody needs to get that kid a slushie. On the other field there was a play where Joaq had the disc, being marked by Taylor, and throws a backhand up the line that floats and 4-5 people gather under it, Joaq comes out of nowhere and skies everyone to snag his own throw. Somehow it wasn't a turn because Taylor touched the disc somewhere in there, either way it was a sick grab.

Game 2 - Cruz, W 15-12ish
They mix up man and trap-zone D for the first half after a few marathon points at the beginning. We take half 8-6 or so and squeak a few upwind points off some key hucks from Brad and Greg. Their new kids looked very confident catching and throwing the disc in the wind, maybe they practice Texas too. Our marks held a lot better in this game compared to the 2nd half of the Cal game and the upfield offense finally started to flow smoothly. It's always a nice feeling to see the skills drilled during practice carry over well to real game situations.

Game 3 - Davis, W 15-8
Captain Taylor had an off day but I was pleasantly surprised to see Win and Sammy rip the flick hucks. This was the first game all day I got to go upfield to cut and I drop one of Brad's hucks like a goob. I also threw an around flick break that Emile D'ed just by standing and letting the disc hit the back of his knees, he didn't even hear the disc go up. Go me.

Sorry, no pretty pictures. Matt forgot his camera at home. Use your imagination.

This scrimmage made me realize two things.
1. I never want to be a TD. I hate responsibility and accountability. I dunno how people like Matt and DLK can handle it so well, more props to them I suppose.
2. NorCal Sectionals is going to be a lot of fun for this upcoming Series. Easily my vote for the toughest Section around.