fwisbee

i'm positively stewing in anticipation of nationals. for the past week, i've been pretending that excel spreadsheets make me grin like mad. i'm not sure why i'm this excited...surely it's unwarranted (for nationals and excel, both), but whenever the thought creeps anywhere near my wrinkly brain, i want to run like a toon (a CARtoon).

frisbee on sunday was muy frustrating...i played on the recreational field because i wanted to do some teaching/coaching...which is not so good for cutting. people cut me off like mad...and i got thrown to at least 3 times when i totally wasn't cutting, like i was behind my defender. looking back, maybe i should've laid out...i need to practice laying out past people. the last point, everyone on my team was pretty tired (some were faking injuries), so i told the team that the plan is to stand in a stack, and just let this one guy cut. i figured if people stopped cutting each other off, we'd conserve a lot of energy. it would be like a cascade. handler to cutter to handler to cutter. i think i would've loved for someone to tell me that i've got the whole field to myself. it didn't go so well. he jogged a lot of it and didn't get open...i should've had more of a reset plan...next time.

i've discovered that i'm quite negative on the field. there are always a million and one things going wrong...i guess most people already know that about me. but i'm not upset about the things, it's just that there are a million things we could be doing better. next time, i will try to focus on one negative thing and a millon positive things. i feel fake giving praise though, when i'm secretly disgusted that someone didn't do x y or z (like keep their pivot foot down!!!). i really need to work on being impressed with small improvements. i gonna channel erika (WWED). on the bright side, i played very good defense, and i did a couple of double juke fakes where my d totally bit (she'd stand in front of me with her hips pointed toward the disc...like she wanted to footrace on the in cut).

they've made me a handler. i'm gonna fight it. the captain tried negotiating with me "well, what if we let you cut during some of the practice points, and you can handle in the tournaments". i think the way to get out of this is to be an unreliable dump and to cut deep on every opportunity. half the problem is the team is inexperienced enough that anyone who can throw upfield reliably handles. the other half is that i'm a crappy crappy deep. anywho. natties soon!!!