Beautiful weather. It must have been right around 70 degrees, with a light breeze here and there. Unbelievable. We played 3 games. I played at the “handler” position most of the time, in spite of the fact that my throws are erratic, by which I mean that they miss teammates in unpredictable ways. I never wanted to be a handler anyway; I want to play long, read, and outleap the tall skinny guys so I can show them the disc. When my throwing was particularly poor, I asked to play some other position in order to lessen my negative impact on the team, but I think this was construed as complaining.

I made a defensive play that, if I knew how to dive gracefully, would have been a textbook clutch “layout D”, which is redeemable for a free lunch from insane team captain Chris Hung. To my dismay, I can only throw myself sideways, so I got the “D” but not the “layout”. Oh well. It was thrilling for me to be in good enough shape to be able to hurl myself at that speed. I have been in poor physical condition for the past year, and I had started to worry that perhaps I would be fat and slow for the rest of my life; my concern has now been allayed.

Alvin, a CWRU alumnus now studying law at Villanova, took some of us to the athletic complex at his condominium for showers. I have discovered that for me, there is no greater intensity of feeling than the satisfaction of a hot shower after a day of running one's ass off.

Weekend Ultimate tournaments invariably feature a Saturday night party with lots of drinking and revelry. While I enjoy drinking and revelry as much as the next fraternity guy, my busy life demands that I prioritize, and partying almost always is the first to get chopped off the to-do list. I go to Ultimate tournaments to play Ultimate, and if my responsibilities are pressing, I must tend to them when possible.

I skipped out on this party in order to work on some homework due Monday. Too bad I fell asleep immediately.