Did my first “Thursday night Ultimate Frisbee” two nights ago, and lived to tell the tale.
Man, am I out of shape. Sucking wind after the second score, though I didn’t pace myself at all.
Matt’s admittedly sarcastic idea of having a triage unit on standby
isn’t all that horrible an idea, given the various maladies that
occured during our second week. Ryan and Dennis both hurt a leg, my
elbow found Dave’s nose (sorry, buddy), and people cramped up all over
Bottom line, I’m a dangerous individual when playing competitive sports.
Andy and Jeff just didn’t stop. Andy, man, you wouldn’t see him
anywhere near the frisbee, and he’d end up with it. I can’t explain it.
He was all over the place. Wish I’d had him on my team at one point (if
not for his high sailing throws, anyway)
Work still makes me crazy, as nobody in the place can write a schedule
and stick to it. Day one of six in a row begins in…. just over
seven hours. Time to dust off the ol’ resume, and get my brain back in
school. I just can’t keep doing this.