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Edinburgh Beginners Tournament, pt. 2: 32 to 1

Posted by Philip on November 1st, 2007 — 6:09pm

The other FarFlung team had by far the more interesting calls during the tournament. One call involved attempting to eat a cookie placed on your forehead without using your hands. Needless to say, it took a while.

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And there was, of course, bum contact.

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But back to business. We were definitely shaken by the first loss against Flatball, and in hindsight, it was probably what drove us to play so damn well the rest of the day. We played better and better frisbee as the day continued, winning all of our next four games (one against a school team, who I thought were really cool for playing). I had also realised at this point how much of a psycho I can become when I play team sports. I’m talking proper schizo; my voice is actually still hoarse from shouting: “COME ON FARFLUNG!!!”, “YEEEEES!!!”, and “GOOD D!!!”.

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The day ended on a particularly incredible match. It was against one of the Ro Sham teams, and as usual, it was to be a tough match. Both teams had some very healthy representation amongst the crowds of spectators, and the chants came in loud and strong. We played incredibly, and we won. The last point had lasted a whole five minutes (this may not seem a lot to those of you who don’t play, but I guarantee you it is). When the final whistle blew, I was on the floor, just a couple beats per minute away from having a heart attack. But don’t feel sorry for me; feel sorry for the poor Ro Sham guy lying twenty feet away from me who had just dislocated his shoulder.

Although seeding means nothing in a beginners’ tournament, it was still pretty damn awesome that from being seeded 32nd out of 32 teams, we were now seeded 1st going into the semi-finals on Sunday. Our spirits were high.

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Edinburgh Beginners Tournament, pt. 1: Hats Off To Beginners

Posted by Philip on October 30th, 2007 — 1:08am

It was a cold, clear Saturday morning in capital city as we made our way to the Meadowbank Sports Centre. There, the first day of matches were to take place. The One-Day in Glasgow was amazing, but Edinburgh Beginners? It was set to be the pinnacle of our careers as new talent in the world of ultimate frisbee.

Things were different this time. For a start, I knew everyone who was on my team; we even managed to practise together. FarFlung had two teams entered into the tournament, and having one less team compared to last time meant that, thankfully, we had subs. I was to play with the creatively titled FarFlung 2, and over the two days of the competition, we were to achieve great things.

Ultimate is a sport that somehow manages to stay competitive whilst at the same time not taking itself too seriously. Since Edinburgh Beginners is always held during Halloween weekend, there is a tradition for the coaches of each team to wear ridiculous hats when playing. FarFlung did not disappoint.

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Seeing the variety of stupid and at times intricate headgear on display set the mood for the start of the tournament. The whole point of the weekend was for beginners to have fun, get to know each other better, and to get some experience playing against other people of similar ability. Right at the start of our careers, it allows us to feel like we’re actually achieving something; it allows us to see how much we’ve improved over the mere weeks or months we’ve been playing.

Our first match was against Flatball, and as I got down to fix the ankle support around my right ankle, I knew I had to play well against the team I was robbed of the opportunity to play last time. Before we had so much as thrown two backhands each during the warm-up, our match was to begin. Coach Phil called for five on the line. I walked to my spot, turned round to face the opposition, and stuck my hand up in the air to signal that we were ready for the pull.

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We had a shaky start. Easy catches were dropped or D’ed, easy passes were rushed or incomplete; and this is just talking about me. Most of our players were dwarfed by the height of the Flatball team, and they used this to their advantage. Right from the get go they would have two players in the end zone, waiting to catch long hammers for easy points. They managed to do this four times and eventually we lost 4-3. The most gutting thing about it is that we knew we shouldn’t have. We really, really shouldn’t have.

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F**k #2

Posted by Philip on October 26th, 2007 — 12:24pm

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Details to follow.

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Glasgow One Day Tournament, pt. 3: Floor Hump Ankle

Posted by Philip on October 18th, 2007 — 1:01am

After a well deserved lunchtime visit to Sainsbury’s, Colin and I returned to The Arc, with rolls and a whole roast chicken in hand. With just ten minutes to go before our semi-final match, and realising that if we ate the chicken we would most likely throw up mid-game, we ate the chicken anyway.

Our semi-final match was against Dundee Shooting Stars, and I’ve already told you how that one ended. What I haven’t told you was that during that particular match, Red Hump Yellow would suffer its first injury. As she bravely made an attempt to D the disc inside our own end zone, Marou would come to a stop on her right ankle, spraining it as a result. Remember those three things: brave, D, and right ankle; you will eventually see a theme developing. It all went downhill from there as we finished the rest of the game with some very scrappy play. I think the end score was 6-3.

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Eventually it was time for our last match and the winner would take third place. I was delighted when I found out that our opponents would be St. Andrews Flatball, and although Johnston wasn’t playing that particular day, I would still derive pleasure from kicking his team’s ass. Marou was replaced by Amata, who was freshly stolen from one of FarFlung’s other beginner teams. I was excited, it was going to be my last competition match until Edinburgh Beginners in two weeks time, and I was eager to play.

The match started, and we were to receive the pull. After an early incomplete pass, Flatball quickly converted; it was 1-0 to the opposition. It was not long before we made another mistake, another incomplete pass due to what must have been the worst forehand ever thrown in the history of man by me. Flatball were once again quick off the mark; and as one of their players threw a long pass to the player I was marking, I bravely jumped to D the disc.

As I came down, I heard something. A crunch. It was the sound of my right anterior talofibular ligament getting owned by the floor and the entire 182lbs of my weight. My momentum put me into a forward roll, and I came to a stop. Play came to a stop as well, not because of my injury but because Flatball had just scored once again.

My first sensation was not that of pain, but an intense feeling of being incredibly pissed off. I wanted so badly to play, but now physically, I couldn’t. I was carried to the sidelines where I would watch the rest of the match being played without me, upside down. This time, Malcolm from FarFlung Beginners 2 (who was literally about to leave, by the way) was drafted in to play in my place, and a fine job he did too. We eventually lost. Our day was over, as was my ability to walk.

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The day ended on the experienced side with the final between FarFlung A and Flatball. It was an intense match which ended as a tie. When it came down to sudden death, Flatball scored after a turn on FarFlung’s O, making the St. Andrews team the champions of 2007.

I learnt a lot that day, and made a lot of new friends. I think everyone who was there had an awesome time, injury or not. But it doesn’t end there, as in two weeks time, Johnston and I will be going tête-à-tête in the capital city. Ah cannae wait.

“Red Hump Yellow on 3.”

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Glasgow One Day Tournament, pt. 2: Calls and bums

Posted by Philip on October 16th, 2007 — 1:17am

When the match started, it was obvious which team was the most prepared. All you had to do was look at what both teams were wearing. Whereas all the Ro Sham players were kitted out in their team shirts, I was wearing a black W.A. Mozart hearts Prague t-shirt, Marou a black Jack Daniels t-shirt, Colin a black ACDC tribute band t-shirt, and Joe… a blue football top. Only our two experienced players, Captain Sally and Lesley, had proper FarFlung kit.

So anyway, we lost. To be absolutely honest, I can’t remember if it was close or not, but it was painfully clear that the Ro Sham beginners had been practising together for a while now, and as for us? I had barely had as much as a conversation with the majority of the people in my team before that day. Now, though: we ride together, we die together.

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And so our matches came in thick and fast. We beat Dark Horses, then FarFlung 2, then lost to Shooting Stars (who had some ridiculously good D by the way), and our last match against Flatball? I’ll tell you all about that later.

I’m not going to bother talking about the matches in detail, because there is another aspect of ultimate frisbee I want to talk about. In the extensive research I performed before I decided to take up the sport, I came across a paragraph that described something known as a ‘call’. Here’s what Wikipedia had to say about it:

“At some levels of competition, it is still customary for teams to cheer their opponent at the end of the game. This tradition is an example of how the spirit of ultimate differs from most other games, as these cheers are meant to be ridiculous, fun, and amusing. Cheers are often creative, and can take the form of a short game involving both teams (very often involving a disc), or possibly a song. Cheers are known as calls in the UK.”

I had completely forgotten about calls, and to be honest, even if I had remembered the paragraph from Wikipedia, I wouldn’t have been prepared for what was about to happen. I’ll try my best to explain, and I’ll start by saying that I touched a lot of ass that day. Girls, guys; you name it, I touched it.

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You see, literally immediately after a match, both teams will meet outside and sit in a circle on the ground. The captains will then proceed to tell each other how well everyone was playing, and how much of a fantastic time everyone had. Does this all seem a bit superfluous? Does it all seem a bit fake? It probably does, but you know what? It works. And everyone was playing well, and everyone was having a fantastic time. The spirit of the game is considered to be an important part of ultimate frisbee, and things like this are what makes ultimate players the friendly, peppy, happy-go-lucky people they all without exception are.

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So, after the captains have swapped their praises, each team will choose their own call that both teams will take part in. Calls can best be described as drinking games without alcohol. Inexplicably, all of the calls Red Hump Yellow chose that day involved several instances of slapping or pinching somebody’s bum. The highlight for me (apart from all the ass touching) was ‘Street Fighter’, in which I was put out due to producing a Yoga Flame in response to a Sonic Boom (which obviously is an illegal move).

After the calls were over, it was back to business, and as the day continued, there would be drama, blood, sweat and tears, and chicken.

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