"you may tire of me as our december sun is setting..."

wow. its been over a month since my last post. and a LOT has happened. i was going to talk about the coolest thing that i did, my cross country trip with my girlfriend. but, in an effort to sound pretty cheesy and cliche, i will refrain from talking about it. those memories are for me and her. but i will say it was the greatest trip ive ever taken, hands down. nothing like being woken up by coyotes, 1000 feet above the valley, looking out onto the grand tetons in wyoming, with a fire in the fireplace at your feet, in your private cabin at a 5 star resort, watching the milky way.

so, instead of that im going to talk about the fall ultimate season. well, more accurately, the end of the season. which really kicks in on october 8th and 9th at regionals, which will most likely be the last tournament of the year for my team. ok, lets be honest. with the top two teams going on to nationals, and our team seeded somewhere between 5-8, we're not going to make it to nationals. especially considering we havent beaten any of the top 4 teams at all this year. but thats ok. what i'd like to talk about is how cocky these top 4 teams are. should they be? well, i mean... no. no they should not be. why is that?

because they play fucking frisbee. seriously. get over yourself. nobody knows who you are, and nobody cares. and to make this point, let me give you an example. well known throughout the frisbee community [yes, there is one... see the google page rec.sport.disc] is an ex-ECU player, current UNC-Wilmington coach, current player for some shitty team down in eastern NC, mike gerrics. spelled gerrics, gerics, or whatever; i dont really give a shit. everyone calls him "mike g". he once choked a guy on a frisbee field because he bumped into him. he was then banned from the upa [ultimate players association] for one year, spawning "free mike g" t-shirts. which im sure he made his team buy or else he'd choke them. i got to witness him in austin, texas yelling at a waitress for shitty service giving her the "do you know who i am?" line.

no. nobody knows who you are, you unintelligent, ignorant, racist, redneck mother fucker. and nobody cares. because you play ultimate frisbee, one of the sports shunned by modern society. and yes, "its getting bigger" and yes, "its starting younger" and all that bullshit. sure. but the point is, nobody in this sport will be known until major sponsors get involved and black people [i could say african-americans, but who the hell knows if they are african-american, or straight african, or south american, or whatever. im not racist, im just saying they ain't white] start playing. and once that happens, all you slow, non-jumping, trucker-hat wearing white-ass mother fuckers [this includes myself] will have no spot on the frisbee field. well, maybe as water boy. but by then they'll probably have water bitches. and they'll have nicer asses and bigger boobs than any of us white boys have.

so here's my point: all those cocky, trash talking, shit-eat grinning guys that comprise the top ultimate frisbee teams in our region [and around the nation]. shut the fuck up. you're not that good and in 20-30 years when your kind doesnt exist on the field anymore, you'll know why im telling you to shut the fuck up.

counter-point: hey asshole. if, uh, white guys are going to be extinct and black guys are going to rule frisbee, then why the hell does the U.S. win the world games all the time and not some african country? good point. but short-sighted. frisbee is FAR too white and FAR too hippie [right now] for black people to play it. its like skiing or polo. i mean, you get one every now and then. and those are the guys that all the other teams are like "shit dude. they got a black guy. im not covering that fast-ass mother". so, nice try. but just a stalling tactic.

side note: i am not racist. if you think any statements in this blog posting are racist, you are retarded.

"... cuz im not who i used to be."