I was standing in line at the local deli waiting to order lunch today when I overheard a tie-dye clad dude in front of me talking about ultimate frisbee. I chuckled to myself as I thought about the last time I remember playing that game.
It was decades ago when I was invited to a party where the host had rented out a park with a huge field. Naturally, Mr. frisbee shows up in his VW microbus and a duffle bag filled with various types of specialty frisbees eager to start up a game of ultimate disc. The really insufferable part was listening to him do a pregame tutorial on the rules. So after that he volunteers to be a captain and my friend volunteers to be the other captain (much to my relief he picked me first) and we split the boys and girls evenly into two teams.
We then proceeded to open up a can of whup-ass on them. The guys on our team were slightly more athletic and probably less stoned then their guys but their girls were completely overmatched by ours. Even the disc gods were on our side that afternoon as the perfectly timed cross breeze seemed to always come up and direct the disc into the awaiting hands of our team. The really funny part was Mr. frisbee's reaction to the developments as they proceeded, he became more animated and anal-retentive about rule interpretations as the game progressed and our reaction was always just, "ok, whatever." We even offered several times to make trade-offs of players and start over but he was the only one out there determined to continue with the teams as originally picked. Seeing self-styled laid back hippie dudes exhibit non-laid back behavior always seems to amuse me to no end and my friend and I laughed for weeks about this afterwards.
So with spring rapidly approaching, what tales of lawn or beach glory do any of you have?



























