Today since Eric was not attending the bible study I usually accompany him to I decided to take the time and join a pick up game of Ultimate Frisbee. It is a game I love, and I haven’t been able to find a game for the last three years. I used to play every Sunday while I went to Biola University and I was pretty good. I was a little better than the average player but wasn’t spectacular or anything. So since they still have pick up games on campus I decided to give it a go. I would rate my experience on an embarrassment scale of 1 to 10 as a 7.8. I played for one painful hour and I was horrible, I could catch and throw just fine but I couldn’t run worth anything and as a result my attempts to guard other players were little better than a joke. I attended a funeral for my Ultimate Frisbee pick up game experience. I just have to remember being back in this place steeped in history that all those things I tied in my mind to the places are all dead and gone. Ultimate Frisbee today joins the ranks of the buried and I won’t try to resurrect it again. Maybe another time and place with equally informal players I will create a new thing but what I remember so fondly is dead. I bailed as soon as I could from the game without seeming like a quitter though I am sure everyone was happy to see me go. I was passed from team to team like the fat kid in a pick-up game of basketball at a junior high and I don’t blame them for doing it. I got back here to find the house empty and everyone gone. I wish I would never have went to the field today…and besides my legs and pride are sore now.
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That makes me sad! You love Ultimate Frisbee... you should try finding an informal team to play on.
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