aka how to make your frisbae swoon:
“You must be a cutter because you’re too cute to handle.”
“I’d no-contest your strip any day.”
“Was that a layout because you absolutely floor me.”
“Did you throw that back in bounds because I think you’re the Greatest.”
“I won’t call disc space for your mark, babe.”
“Wanna see my version of man offense?”
“You must be a deep because you catch everything I throw.”
There are times where I wish people would understand that Ultimate frisbee is more than just running around catching and throwing a flying disc, but that it’s a culture, a lifestyle. The love/hate relationship, the camaraderie throughout the sport, tournament parties, and simply the little things such as dry socks, tournament food, and the extra hour of sleep from when your team has a bye make ultimate such a joy to be a part of. No words can ever express the experience of playing. At the end of the weekend, after hours upon hours and game after game of playing, after throwing your body countless times to the ground to catch a disc, after playing through rain and wind, after playing anywhere from freezing cold to three digit degree weather, after pain and soreness, all you can do is smile. When Monday rolls around and people ask you what you did, all you can answer with is I played in a frisbee tournament because they won’t understand what we actually did that weekend.
