Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Stealing my paycheck today...

Wow, that was a lot of people. And Brian didn’t even show up. But 16 others did and we had a grand game of 8’s today.

Welcome back from the long lost to Joe. He’s a holdover from the old “Lonnie Days” of goals, lots of banging with the likes of Tom and Lindsay.

Also want to give a big Buzzard welcome to Amy, from Seattle. Great to have you join us today too. Tell Brad not to forget to shave tonight, he was looking way too scruffy to come back to work tomorrow.

Speaking of “back to work”, that is where nobody wanted to be headed after today’s game. Fantastic weather out on the pitch today. So good, that Todd tried to bait a few of us to leave work and head to the links. His lure? “I’ve got an extra set of clubs in the car, they’re women’s and in a pink bag.”

“Yea, but that’s better than work right?” I asked. Kevin said something unrepeatable about women’s clubs but I knew he wanted to leave also.

Paul was back out today sans ring. But still with those big furry gloves? We know they don’t work to keep jewelry on but after watching one of the grabs he made in the end zone today, I can’t really question him wearing them. Kevin also made a nice grab or two that Dennis classified as “larcenous” I believe.

I wish we could steal a bunch more days like this during this spring. It doesn’t get much better.

Tinker Bell and one ring to bring them to their knees.

I’m writing about Ultimate when I should be writing my Comparative Education paper. But yesterday’s game warrants at least a few paragraphs.

I had sent out a precursor invitation to play on Facebook on Sunday, noting that the temperatures were supposed to be approaching 60 and it should be a great week to play. Sending out an invitation for activities at work on a Sunday got me labeled a “fanatic” by Marianne.

At any rate, the invitation at work went out late because I was down in Medical getting my annual physical and dental exam done. The doctor wanted to know why I didn’t get more sleep which led to a whole discussion about the value of traveling between Richmond, D.C., & Charlottesville every week, sometimes all 3 in the same day. Listen, I know it’s not the “healthy optimum” but it’s not going to change in the foreseeable future so can we just let it go.

When I finally got back up to my cube nobody else had sent out an game invite either and only 1 email in my inbox from a Buzzard wondering where I might be. I was suddenly worried we might not have any interest for a game but I sent out the email anyway and immediately had 8 responses. Scott replied twice, once in proxy for Phil who apparently was coming into work only to play but was running just a little late.

In fact, by the time Phil got here, Scott and I had already hooked up on two scoring passes which he made really nice catches on both. The first stretched out sprinting to the side of the end zone line after a very nice “Chiefly finger point” call for the throw. The second was a really nice grab of a Hammer that didn’t quite flatten out and was falling more like a guillotine in the windy conditions.

Phil finally showed up and as we pointed him toward green to join Todd, George, Paul, Kevin, & Matt. Meanwhile, Scott & I were joined by Jeff, Bob, Jason, & Brian. Both teams were finding challenges with the wind that was gusting upwards of 30 mph but not all the time so occasionally one would think they could throw it the length of the field and watch their teammates tripping through pot holes to get it and the next we were throwing our first pass backwards.

Phil barely even got a sweat up today though because not long after he got there I was falling back into defense watching Matt try and sneak behind me. When I turned back up field, I saw the other 10 players on the ground. “What the heck just happened?” I wondered. “Must be an injury, who went down?” I thought trying to see who was holding anything and writhing in pain. Then I noticed they were all moving and rubbing their hands on the ground. “Ah, I deduced, lost contact lens I guess.” As I walked back toward the scrum on the ground I heard Paul explaining where we was when it came off, the trajectory of his hand and what force it was thrown with….”Hmmmm, this wasn’t a contact lens” --- lost wedding band ---

“This reminds me of a Mardi Gras and Bourbon Street story” I chimed in as I got down on my knees to help in the search.

“Did that story lead to a pawn shop?” Kevin asked and the whole conversation quickly degraded to replacement rings, replacement wives, replacement body parts…and other things but unfortunately no found ring. Paul, under threat of being battle axed (apparently the weapon of choice of his in-laws) decided to head back to building security to get some of those cool metal detector wands. The rest of us (well except for Phil who nobody really knew or cared was at work anyway) headed to the showers.

Normally I don’t relate what it’s like standing with a bunch of naked men partially wrapped in towels or wash cloths, or drying off with paper towels because they’ve forgotten one. In fact, Jason joined me (as a proud owner) today in finishing the purchase of his 2nd set of “Exchange towels” because he’d forgotten one…Anyway, I don’t normally bring this up but yesterday was special because Matt was showing off his “Tinker Bell” towel. The product of living in a house with all women/girls… apparently it was either that, “Hello Kitty” or “Hanna Montana”….good call on Tink there Matty.

About an hour later, we all got an email from Paul. On the last sweep across the field, Phil found the ring which saves Paul a severing from Nordic weaponry but indebts him to help Phil remember his anniversary next year. It was, in fact, the most productive thing Phil accomplished yesterday. On the precipice of dissolving its first marriage, the Buzzards Point Ultimate club backed away slowly from the edge.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Lap dances and new guys...

Do I have your attention yet?

On days like yesterday there are always two questions you hear asked after or during the game. “Why am I running more with more people out here?” and “What happened to all my passing lanes?”

Ah, the benefits of having a regulation 14 players!

To think, when I called the game yesterday I had to send out an email to ask the bare minimum crowd of 7 asking if they minded banking on the return of a “maybe” from an official function. “Call the game!” was the resounding reply and so I did. And…as it turns out…had very little to worry about. Both Todd & Phil did, indeed, get back in time and said they were in.

Then I wander down to the locker room to change and in saunters Scott (or when “No” means “Yes”). Still, I hadn’t counted on him for sure. Then as he, Paul & I were out warming up on the pitch, a stranger came wandering across the horizon of the field, holding his cleats in hands like an old western hero moseying down the middle of town hands at the ready for anything suspicious. I could almost hear the “Eastwood-esque” musical announcement of his arrival and there he was, returned from the proverbial dead…Tom.

“Hey, I get ‘new guy’ status today” Tom argued.

“What status is that exactly?” I asked.

“I can pretty much screw up anyway possible out on the field today and you have to keep giving me that positive encouragement of insincere plaudits like ‘good hustle’ and ‘nice effort’ every time” he explained.

“Oh” I deadpanned, thinking to myself that insincerity and sarcasm are two of my stronger communicative characteristics. “No problem, you got it”.

So we lined up our 5 on 5, still expecting Kevin & Conrad to make it out of the locker room. And then George wandered over, and walking with Kevin & Conrad was Jeff and all of a sudden we had 7’s!

On gold’s first drive down the field, Tom made a great cut toward the side of end zone and made a nice reach on a low pass I threw him. “New guy status, my …” I thought.

“Great catch Tom, welcome back”.

That cut to the outside would be something we’d struggle with making the rest of the day as we continued to try and throw to the middle of the field where most of those 28 arms were flailing around. Stack and cut, stack and cut, stack and….well it’s progress, not perfection.

Because there are some other factors like Jason observed. “Well, if I cut and you don’t throw it to me, then where do I go?” And it’s a great question with multiple answers depending on who you ask and what style of offense they’ve played in the past or what makes sense to them logically. Of course, as Brad has found out, his logic isn’t necessarily everybody else’s logic.

And back to Brian’s question of “Why am I running more with more people out here?” Well, perhaps because you’re trying to get away from each other to get open. See “stack and cut” - A good rule of thumb for you, as a receiver, might be to not let one defender cover multiple receivers because they are standing next to each other.

This actually may take some practice. We’re starting to develop a nice little core group for a potential tournament appearance soon and we may want to run some drills. We may also want to find some women for our team.

Kelly? Have you found employment yet? If not, come play with us. You know why Jeana couldn’t play with us yesterday? She fell off a bicycle this past weekend. We’re going to have to write clauses into our Buzzards’ contracts about dangerous activities during non-playing hours. Oh wait, I thought the playing hours were generally the dangerous activity period but I guess when you add tequila, anything can be hazardous. Bridgette? Are you still around? We need more women! Otherwise, I’m going to have to resort to asking Scott and Paul to come out in drag. Now word has it that Scott can do a mean lap dance but really…please don’t let it come to that.

Great turnout yesterday folks!

Friday, March 20, 2009

Perfect Weather gone bad...

Thursday was supposed to be high 50's and cloudy...I sent out the invite in the morning saying "perfect weather". Then as we rounded the corner of the building I felt the rain and the wind and the temperatures about 10 degrees cooler at least...

"Todd, hold on, I'm taking the camera back in."

That wound up being my best call of the day. The weather was miserable but kudos to the Buzzards who braved it and came out anyway. Todd & I were joined by Conrad, Dennis & newcomer Jeff (welcome out Jeff, sorry we couldn't have a better day for you).

The gold team was comprised of Phil, Bob, John, Kevin & Jason...I think...am I forgetting somebody or misplacing a name somewhere? I want to get this right because you guys rock for playing in that mess. Anytime the disc got the least bit sideways it just blew one direction or another and usually into the ground.

Earlier in the week was better for pictures and I'll share those with you now:

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Kiss my Assets

People were eager to play today. The invite went out at 0700 and an hour later I had already gotten 9 positive replies and even 1 cancellation. The Buzzards were apparently trumped by the Coast Guard’s Chief Counsel for Kevin’s billable hours. But no worries, Phil rogered up shortly after and we were back to 9. I thought for sure, with the weather forecast that we’d see some stragglers but it stayed at the uneven 5-4 which gave me the chance to snap off some pictures (soon to be posted) before joining the game in time to throw my 5 best passes to Phil who unfortunately was not on my team at the time.

To add insult to injury on one play I was actually heading into the end zone, I drew the attention of defensive Mr. Everywhere. He didn’t intercept the pass to me though…no instead he cleated me on the heel and I went down in a crumple. “In the crumple” seemed to be a popular position today by the way. Bob had already been down once and would go down again and Brad also rolled an ankle and went down in a heap when I put on a lightening fast cut fake on him (okay, I leaned my head one direction and stopped).

Todd claiming some numb armness (I just made that one up) from apparently hitting too many volleyballs this past weekend, said he was having trouble making the long throw and 2 or 3 times I saw him look off the deep route. Too bad on those occasions, we didn’t actually give him too many short cut options.

Brian, fresh off his elbow surgery seemed to have few ill effects. And in fact may have even been running faster than normal (not that you need a flipping elbow for that). But he made at least 2 great running grabs deep.

Speaking of volleyball, we lured Shane back out again today. We love it when he’s got those 1300 meetings and can’t make the v-ball schedule. He and Scott had some interesting matchups today. Neither of those two look like leapers on the outside…ah but looks are deceiving.

And finally, we have a picture of Jason to post soon where he is skying above the defender for a disc. Your kids are going to love this one.

Here’s the philosophical question of the day…Would you rather be a legacy or leave a legacy? And is “legacy asset” an oxymoron? I’m pretty sure Thunder was playing with my asset out on the field but I don’t have it on camera for the proof I need. I do, however, have cleat marks on my heel….oh, that’s going to leave a legacy.

Monday, March 16, 2009

St. Hatrick's Day Hat Tournament

Buzzards,

The first-ever St. Hatrick’s Day Hat Tournament was cold, wet & full of extremely high-caliber ultimate. Suffering from an early injury to a key player, my team (radioactive “Safety” Green) went 1-2 on the day. Jeana Lee’s “Dirty Martini” (Olive Green) went 2-1, losing only to finalist “Bamboo Green” (are you detecting a theme in the names?).

Had you gone, you’d have seen cut-from-the-back vertical stacks, methodical zone defense, and beautifully flat, soft fields with slightly less goose poop than we enjoy at Ft. McNair. You would have enjoyed a piping hot dinner of spaghetti & meat sauce (+salad & bread), you’d have participated in the accuracy contest, and you’d have double-pneumonia now, just like your mother said you would.

Check the WAFC website http://www.wafc.org/ for upcoming leagues & tournaments (Midnight Madness March 21-22 overnight; “Ultimate Peace” March 22nd; Savage 7s July 19th).

Monday, March 9, 2009

Spring in the weather...if not in our steps

My return from spring break was greeted by an IM this morning from Bob…
“Welcome back, how was your trip?”

“Great! Looking forward to playing today though. How many snow games did you guys get in last week?”

“Not a one”

What? Buzzards, I’m disappointed. I was hoping to come back to many photos of frolicking in the snow to post on the blog.

Well, the snow is gone and in a big way with temperatures that hit the 80’s down in the 804 this weekend. Today was beautiful too and at game time it was 70 degrees and the only impediment was that the wind had kicked up some and was supposed to be gusting upwards toward 30 mph. No worries, we were headed out to play today.

Want to give a big Welcome Back to Conrad, one of our faithful regulars last year before he went down with an injury. It’s been a long rehab but it was good to see you buddy. He helped Gold team to a couple quick scores to start the game out today as they were hitting 3-4 passes in a row (always a good thing). Kevin, Phil & I filled in around him and things clicked well for a while. Then George showed up and I’m certainly not saying one thing had anything to do with the other but as happens more times than not out here the team with the extra man often forgets the intricacies of defense, like staying with your mark and we gave some scores back to the green team of Todd, Bob, Brook & Paul.

About midway through the game green picked up a 5th, Carlos. Welcome to the Buzzards Carlos. He said he was headed out for a run and saw we were “short” a player and decided to come over. Dude, we never have too many that you can’t stop and play, so come on out whenever you want.

Good way to start the week. Todd said he felt a little winded on the way back in and looked around hoping somebody else would agree with him. I explained that I had gotten in a 2-hour game yesterday in the mud so I had a kickstart to my Ultimate week. And maybe Todd was just feeling the effects of being hit on by Phil the entire game, elbow, jaw, whatever else.

When I got back to the desk, I had one of those moments akin to a teenager coming to ask for the keys to the car for the first time. Kevin was on the phone and asking if I could change the admin privileges on the blog so he could post. Stop me if this is sounding as dangerous to you as it did to me…currently still the only guy I know to be censored on the Office Communicator at work.

Alas, I gave in (that’s what we have insurance for right?) and Kevin, thank you for minding our family-friendly protocol in the nest. Great post too on the some rule clarification on the stall count. Which, by the way, I got called on for the first time ever yesterday in my pick up game so that was somewhat timely. Stall 7, stall 8, stall 9, “T…

When is a stall a turnover? At the"T" in "Ten"...

Buzzards,

I know you are staying awake at night asking yourself "When is a stall a turnover?"

Well, your friendly rules lawyer is here to answer your every question.

Under the 11th edition rules, a stall becomes a turnover at the first utterance of the word ten. There must be at least one second between the beginning of the word "nine" and the beginning of the word "ten".

From the 11th edition rules: http://www.upa.org/ultimate/rules/11th

A. Stalling: The period of time within which a thrower must release a throw may
be timed by the stall count.
1. The stall count consists of announcing “stalling” and counting from one to ten loudly enough for the thrower to hear.
a) The interval between the first utterance of each number in the stall count must be at least one second.
b) All stall counts initiated, reinitiated or resumed after a stoppage of play must start with the word “stalling.”
c) If the count resets to one during a stoppage of play, it is considered a new
count.

2. Only the marker (II.K) may initiate or continue a stall count, and may do so anytime a thrower has possession of a disc that is live or in play. However, directly after a turnover or when putting the pull into play the stall may not be initiated before a pivot is established, unless delay of game or pre-stall rules (XIII.A.3, XIII.A.4, XIII.A.5 or VI.B.5.d) apply.

3. If the thrower has not released the disc at the first utterance of the word “ten,”
it is a turnover. The marker loudly announces “stall” and play stops. A stall is not a violation and rule XVI.C does not apply.
a) The marker calling the stall takes possession of the disc where the stall
occurred and then may either:
(1) place the disc on the ground and after acknowledgment by the defense, touch the disc and loudly announce “in play” or
(2) retain possession and have the former thrower restart play with a
check.
b) The thrower may contest a stall call in the belief that the disc was released
before the first utterance of the word “ten.” If a stall is contested:
(1) If the pass was complete, play stops and possession reverts to the thrower. After a check, the marker resumes the stall count at 8.
(2) If the pass was incomplete, it is a turnover; play stops and resumes with a check.

4. If the defense switches markers, the new marker must reinitiate the stall count. A marker leaving the three-meter radius and returning is considered a new marker.


And knowing is half the battle...

-deus