Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Daweena: Paved, Part II

So in this ridiculous seven team tournament format, we held seed in the A pool, meaning we got to face the Salt Lake City team (who did not hold their seed, having lost to Boise) in a silly crossover game to end Saturday. Silly because with the teams leaving for SBR* and the small pools to begin with, I'm not exactly sure how the outcome would have affected anything. Still, we came to play and play seriously, so we got ready for a showdown with the effective host team. And a showdown it was - lots of clean, aggressive play on both sides, and very few turnovers. We started on D and got a quick break, but from there out it was just trading and trading, neither team separating by more than 2 points. They had a few good defenders and threw some poachy D's at us that we didn't necessarily handle excellently, particularly with our D lines (I got guarded by a really, really quick and good defender, so it was a fun challenge. Let's call him pink-shirt guy, because he becomes important later. Threw a lot of elbows in the open field, got a little grabby, loved it. He defended me better than I've been defended in some time - I think he got a lay out D on a throw behind me somewhere in there - but all in all a fun personal showdown, and much better than your typical VOTS experience). Blah, blah, really this was more of the same - pretty solid D, but we didn't capitalize on their turns, and they beat us deep fairly routinely. It ended up going down to the wire, though we never actually trailed in the game. Got pretty chippy toward the end - lots of physicality, lots of calls. Went to universe / double game point, tied 16-16 with them pulling to us. Right before this, they pulled the "hey, it's the last game of the day, we should just play this out, win by two."

* - Sabbath-based reasons

Seriously dudes? This may sound like nice and friendly SOTG stuff, but really, we started this game pulling to them and the game at that point was tied with them pulling to us. Meaning we were up a break for the game. So this would be them, um, pulling a fast one, to put it politely. I pointed all of this out and said no, thanks anyways, we'll play the double game point. So they send it down to us, somebody on our squad turfed it, but they tried to swing it across the field into the wind and it sailed out of bounds. We've got a short field, work it, work it, and I see a play develop well ahead of time - Trant's going to get the disc at the front right corner of the endzone in about two seconds. So I give a big fake, get my guy moving just a hair to the wrong side of the endzone, and time my cut for Jason perfectly. He catches, turns and squeezes it into me, and I catch the double game winner. My man, of course, lays out into the back of my legs. I was pretty ticked, but cooler minds (and a nice reminder from Dixon not to spike the disc at him) prevailed, so we just walked off the field. Phew... the meaningless game went our way, 17-16, and the chippiness set the stage nicely for any rematch coming up on Sunday.

After some tourney supplied cheeseburgers and other late day foody goodness, we headed back to the hotel having held seed but pretty dissatisfied with the performance. I won't go into crazy technical detail here, but our O was not exactly smooth, people were not improvising or generally being very artful against poach defenses and such, and we were rushing a lot of decisions for no particular reason. And our D was generating plenty of turns (I think I mentioned this last post, but also getting beat deep now and then), but really not converting those turns for scores. They just kept taking the overly risky risk or the too-hard break throw, or just rushing decisions for no apparent reason. I don't know how much of that was a personnel issue - too much heat and not enough chill peeps on our D lines - but it was frustrating. Still, Saturday night at the tourney, so peeps got ready to party down at the aptly named "Hogden," a biker bar directly behind the hotel where the party would be held. I haven't been to an Ulty party in quite some time, and though I can certainly throw down with the best of them in the drink Saturday and still play Sunday department*, I fortunately had the much better option of hanging out with Beck for the evening. And seriously, a biker bar in effing Ogden, UT, doesn't exactly sound like a swinging, not-just-a-drunken-fest time**. So I showered and waited for Beck to get back from SLC. Even though I had eaten some 3500 calories already that day***, we elected to check out a local eatery called the Sonora Grill, a Mexican place that looked promising.

* - I am invincible. This is a scientific fact. It's a general scientific fact, but in the Ultimate context, the correlation between my play and having had or not had alcohol the previous evening is non-existent. I have definitely erred on the side of not drinking as I've aged, so this is probably a ruined experiment, but trust that some of my absolute super star Ultimate games have followed long island nights, and I generally drinks lots of water while partying and don't get hung over. For whatever all of that is worth.

** - Don't get me wrong; I would enjoy hanging out with the Sprawlers; I just don't really enjoy hanging out with "the competition" at tournament parties and making small talk with nothing to do other than drink. This probably falls under the general "Ultimate: love the game, but..." mantra that we used to spout at Polaroid / Spirit Foul, and is probably one of many reasons I am not much of a true Ultimate scenester. I was right on this time, as all reports indicated that the Hogden was hella lame, except that some of the guys taught some genuine biker guys how to play a drinking game called Flip-Cup, which is all kinds of ridiculous. Oh, and the bikers were told they couldn't park on the street, so they rode their bikes INTO THE BAR. So I missed an opportunity to make some serious Pee Wee jokes as I watched skinny white nerdy dudes hang out with real life biker thugs, but otherwise I was very thankful to have the Beck with me. As I always am.

*** - There is another post coming about this type of thinking, I promise.

Post-Ultimate Mexican food is without fail the best salt-for-the-salt-deprived food ever, so I can't give an unbiased review of the SG. The local dive Chuy's is pretty much manna after practice. But that particular experience absolutely hit the spot. We headed back to the hotel, and I stayed conscious long enough to work on a paper - did I mentioned that I had two papers for ASU hanging over my head all weekend? Involving annotated bibliographies and extensive citations? Yikes. I got a bit done and woke up early the following morning to put even more of a dent in it. All of this for a paper that may or may not have been graded in five minutes... ah, well. Beck got up not-as-early to go see the Tabernacle choir, and I headed down for another oddly delicious breakfast before jetting over to the fields. We had a quarterfinal bye as the reward for holding seed the previous day, so we (or the rest of Sprawl anyways) slept in, grabbed a late breakfast*, checked out of the hotel and rolled over to the fields at 10 with ample time to warm up and scout the competition.

* - Don't forget - we were surrounded by tiny dancers, none of whom held any of us closer, thankfully. Unshaven ultimate players, innocent enough next to biker dudes, are suddenly rendered seamy in other contexts. I'm glad there were no incidents.

After a quick intrasquad scrimmage to get our blood flowing, we faced off against NUDE again, a rematch of our 15-5 win from the previous day. Their quarterfinal game wore them out, so this game was never in question (even though the score ended up exactly the same). We also had the opportunity to open up the subbing and rest our hosses which would prove important. So after about 40 minutes, we were resting again while the other semi matchup - Boise v. SLC, the team we had played in the third game the prior day - dragged on. SLC unfortunately won (we would have liked to play someone else, having already rematched someone that morning) and spent themselves in the process. Things looked good for Sprawl for the finals.

Whatever tendency we had on Saturday to underestimate the competition and lackadaisically approach the game vanished. We came out for the last frame fired up and very, very ready for the chippiness that had come the previous day. I'd even say we made some typical club level calls and exhibited dare-I-say ornery, aggressive play - SWEET. Plus we knew the matchups and their deep-gunning tendencies, so we threw out a lot more straight-up mark this time around. Here's the first half game score; as you can see, it was trade, three point run, trade three point run. We were just a lot steadier on Sunday and clearly less tired, both because of our big 19 person roster and our easy semi game. Check it:

0-1; 1,2,3-1; 3-2; 4-2; 4-3; 5,6,7-3; 7-4; 8-4;

Our O-lines didn't turn it over in the first half, and our D lines turned it 6 times. It really should have been an even bigger lead than this. I'm having a bit of trouble remembering details here; mainly I just remember walking on the field and cleanly working it down and/or hucking it every time I was in. Our D was very tight and frustrated them, but would get a turn and just fail to capitalize - well, obviously not every time, but there were some turfs and overly aggressive throws in there that slowed our pace to the win. I gave the negative Nyet speech at half - "it's nice that we're up by 4 and all, but we should be up by 8" - and did my best to keep us fired up. So of course we marched out and threw it away twice on the ensuing point. Ugh. Still, after a couple of trades, our O continued to be mechanical, our D continued to force the issue, and we pulled away. Check the second half:

8-5; 9-5; 9-6; 10,11,12-6; 12-7; 13,14,15-7

*Loved* our intense D this game, but really, it was the cleaned up O that made me happiest and prevented any notion of a comeback from our opponents. The O scored on seven of its eight points and seven of its ten possessions; sprinkle in a D that forces turns and converts on occasion, and you're going to have trouble beating a team that won't give you the disc back. Anyways, a big team effort; Vince, Cole, Dhein, Ian, Ebay and Trant all came up with some huge plays, and we walked away with the trophy.

Personally, I was guarded quite a bit again by pink-shirt guy, and whatever minor edge he had the day before I ate up entirely. I used his momentum against him much better on this day, took advantage of his aggressiveness, and ran around him. He clearly got frustrated - made a crappy travel call on a huck to Trant (that ended with a sweet layout grab, btw), and started whining like nobody's business when I took advantage of his huggy mark to draw a foul and get a free breakmark backhand attempt. My definite highlight was a tight play out of a timeout where I faked him on a dump and beat him to the front corner for the goal on a tight toss by eBay. To take the first half, actually. Definitely nice to win the matchup after having some unathletic-y feeling moments the previous day, and I don't mean to get schaudenfreude-y, but it's doubly nice to run all over someone who's trying to elbow you repeatedly. Boo-yay.

The TD offered us a choice of a discount for next year's tourney or championship discs for winning; we shrewdly took the latter. We had a good time (and were very glad that our play picked up the second day), but this tourney left quite a bit to be desired. Bumpy (though plush) fields, lined with tape (ugh - nothing like a sideline that moves to make for some sketchy calls), few teams (and few good ones, though again, they gave us all we could handle at times) ... I will say, nice guys, good food and water supplied, and the showers provided post-tourney were FANTASTIC. (Seriously, there are a lot of people who took a certain Southwest flight who have no idea how grateful they should be). But it sadly seems like Daweena is getting to be a minor place, so we'll have to see how the rest of the season goes before we decide whether we'll be heading back.

After cleaning up, Sprawl disassembled into its various components and traveled home again. Beck ran late at the Great Salt Lake and picked me up alone at the tournament site; that was actually just fine with me as I munched on granola bars, drank tomato juice and started my recovery process (again, I held up, amazingly enough). We got back to the SLC airport, returned the rental cars and boarded (where I handed out some free drink coupons to my fellow champions). I, natch, had to write a paper, so I locked in for the flight home and got some thinking done. Good weekend.

So what do we take from it? Well, I've been emphasizing that we can be happy, but we really just held seed against some lesser competition that we probably should have blown out a little better. Still, we did it with a hamstrung squad, so nice to see what some of our supporting cast could do. And good to see that after some bumps we can pick up our play and TCOB.

So that's probably enough about that. Congrats to Sprawl on its first win, a big championship, as qualified as it may be. Hopefully we can use this as a nice base for the remainder of the 2010 season. I'll end with some general notes on individual players for posterity, though this being a public, facebook-advertised post and all, I probably can't deliver the authentic inner monologue of Nyet. Or, you know, whatevs, and I'll just be a jerk... :) Here you go, with the numbers being Player (playing time / percent of that playing on O points / T+- / D+- / O +-)*:

* - for example, Mr. Toe (40% / 50% / 9 / 2 / 7) would mean that Aaron played in 40% of the total points for the tournament and split his time 50 / 50 on O and D-lines. His D plus minus was 2 and his O was 7, meaning that we scored two more goals on defense than were scored against us while he was in and we scored seven more goals than were scored against us on the O points in which he was in. That gives him a total plus minus of 9. All of this helps clarify why, for example, I led the team with a total plus minus of 26; I played 50 O points and 2 D points, and it's a lot easier to score when you start out receiving the disc.

J-Ro (41% / 67% / 22 / 1 / 21): Rock steady per usual. I think he had one turn all weekend. Didn't take any chances with hucks, which we need him to do sometimes.
Nyet (41% / 96% / 26 / -2 / 28): Not my best, not my worst. See the previous post. I'm trying not to be overly self-critical as is my wont. I need to stay back and QB; that's my job on this team.
Tim (29% / 65% / 17 / 5 / 12): Some good D and all around play, but some uncharacteristic turns and throws into poaches. Couldn't get his flick off on some occasions, oddly.
Paul (31% / 40% / 8 / 4 / 4): A few iffy turns, but a lot of good hustle on D. Good maintenance handling for the most part.
Jim (35% / 31% / 11 / 1 / 10): Gave us some good D handler points. Still slow on the draw, and we had a bad miscommunication on a dump after which he screamed at me on the sideline. No biggie, he's nice and intense, which is great, but we need him to make his decisions quicker so that he and we can be more confident in him with the disc.
Jose (25% / 28% / 4 / -3 / 7): Overall okay though he couldn't keep up on D and had a few bad turns, particularly early Saturday. Also committed the cardinal sin of talking to me about his PT in game. Boo!
Ian (47% / 20% / 6 / 2 / 4): Played some great tight D and made a few huge plays on both sides of the disc... and had some gaffes while handling, both on goof-up mistakes and overzealous breaks and the like. He's fine, but needs to find the energy chill balance, and he's aware of it. His sky in the finals was siiiiiiick.
Nappi (13% / 18% / 9 / 6 / 3): Knew his role and really did his job well, getting us some yards and getting the disc back to the handlers.
eBay (43% / 51% / 21 / 3 / 18): Great tourney from this guy, and he was probably the statistical MVP. Huge plus minus while playing equal parts O and D points. Lots of good D and mid work. Nice job, eBay!
Dheintime (54% / 53% / 18 / -4 / 22): Forgot he is a mid and not a handler on occasion, but otherwise turned in a per usual ferocious performance. His baited layout D on Saturday was nice, and he bailed me out on a huck or two. Gracias, co-cap'n.
Dixon (51% / 38% / 13 / 0 / 13): Not his usual self - his hand is still bothering him, methinks - but he ran a ton and played some shut down D. Definitely a good / solid tourney, but a tad less than his usual performance.
Rob (45% / 28% / 3 / -1 / 4): Came up huge in moments and ran all day. Made some great catches / saves. Dude's a phenom, and we rode him on D.
Trant (46% / 27% / 7 / 1 / 6): Ditto - colossal on D in particular. He's really jacking up his level of play and taking charge out there. Clutch cut / throw on the double game point
Studer (42% / 21% / 7 / 8 / -1): Quiet but great weekend, particularly on the D side - he shut down more than one dump and got us some key turns. One hilarious hammer. Good stuff.
Ryan (16% / 0% / -2 / -2 / 0): Got some D's in his first Sprawl tourney, and did a good job getting yards and dumping.
Clay (13% / 12% / -1 / -3 / 2): Also his first Sprawl tourney, he got some good playing time and took advantage of some poaches Saturday to snag some goals.
Vince (50% / 40% / 15 / 2 / 13): Defensive beast with the usual wacky decision making. Air-bouncing a lot of his deep throws in particular. Still, great to have him patrolling the skies, and his hybrid abilities make him an excellent Man option and a good shut down deep defender.
Cole (50% / 62% / 19 / 0 / 19): Great work on O, got beat unnecessarily because of his overly aggressive in-coverage on D. Made some very big plays in moments when we needed them - his, um, "crotch-first" layout late on Saturday was quite epic (and game-saving).
Big Nate (27% / 50% / 14 / 3 / 11): Played very smart all weekend and took advantage of his height / size intelligently. It was kinda tough to find points for him with the other deeps we had, but hopefully I got him enough. Good job.

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Daweena: Paved, Part I

Oy. Okay. First, sorry for the usual late semester dearth; things got hectic with paper grading then paper writing then essay exam grading, resulting in a solid three weeks of 4:30-5 AM wakeups and fairly constant work. I need* to get better about taking breaks and maintaining something resembling a web presence during these stretches lest I lose both my readers. Measures being taken on that front**, but really, I apologize for the radio silence and appreciate your continued readership. Of course, if nothing else, we got these two gems out of the late spring reading season:

* - "Need?" Um, I "need" to defend a prospectus and start a research project in earnest, not be a blogger. And yet I press on. Don't worry, I don't understand my mindset either.

** - I'm going to start posting blog updates to facebook to see if I can generate some traffic / interesting conversation. Whaddya think, regular readers?

"Health is especially important because good health leads to a society that is healthy. Bad health leads to an unhealthy society ... health does not only effect [sic] the individual but the society as a whole. Anything that effects [sic] the whole society becomes vastly important."

"The lines between species have always been a bit fuzzy, and have lead to evolutionary
adaptations. For example, mules are the offspring of a male donkey and a female horse. However, this argument moreso implies that eventually, the sexual interaction between humans and animals will be accepted."

Sorry for the repeats if you've already seen those on facebook, but hey, they're gems. Beck maintains that "Man has battled cancer since the age of the dinosaurs" is the undefeated-and-still-champion, but I am not sure. I also should not talk too much trash as I'm reasonably certain my papers were horrible, though I should say that I made no sweeping claims regarding bestiality, no tautological statements regarding health leading to health, and no claims that sterile animals were an example of evolution. It's the little things that separate the grads from the under-suches. Anyways, the rough semester is over and on pause for at least a couple of weeks in which I can catch my breath, get a little of my own work done, and, hey, write some blog posts*. Speaking of...

* - I should pause to give mad props to my labmate (and effective teaching boss for this semester) Jenny, who taught her first full university course and kicked its ass. There were some background details that made her workload stupid this semester, but she absolutely pulled it off with style and grace and Rita Hayworth gave good face. Seriously, I am extraordinarily proud to be associated with her; congrats on a great semester and here's to many more to come. As an added bonus, I think it's difficult for "equals" to be paired in a teacher-TA hierarchy like that, and we crushed it, kept it fun and efficient and wowsers. I hope (and sincerely doubt) the undergrads appreciated it.


Sprawl rolled up to Ogden, Utah, two weekends ago and brought its asphalting / tarring / road repair supplies. We won the open division A-bracket of Daweena, the first time Sprawl has accomplished that feat (i.e., the first time Sprawl has won a tournament outright) and had a sweet time doing it. Details below, but check out these CHAMPIONS:

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Clay, Ryan, Vince, Ian, Tim, Big Nate, Jason, Cole, Nappi, Jim, Joser, Dixon
Tom, eBay, J-Ro, Dheintime, Rob, Paul, Nyet

A tres handsome bunch and not even really our A squad - BP, Griesy, Garret and others had to stay home for one reason or another, but we definitely danced with the ones we done brung. Actually, I should stop the self-congratulatory nonsense before it gets too out of control - Daweena is in its death throes as a tournament it seems. In the past, some big club teams have shown up, and even in the very recent past, the perennially Nationals-bound Johnny Bravo made appearances as did our in-division rivals Sweet Roll from New Mexico. This time around, well, you can check out the pools for yourself at the Daweena site, or I can just put them up here:

Pool APool B
1 Sprawl (Phoenix)2 Three 2 (Salt Lake City)
4 The Killjoys (Provo, Utah)3 War Child (Boise)
5 N.U.D.E (Logan, Utah)6 John Eichall Scoring Exp. (SLC)
7 Good Game (Rexburg)

Not exactly the Boston Invitational lineup. So really, we came into a tournament as a one-seed (also a Sprawl first) and held it. Not really all that spectacular in the grand scheme of things. Also a tad annoying that we traveled all that way to face a paltry six other teams, two of which obeyed the "BYU rule." What's that, you ask? Well, Mormons don't play on Sundays, and the state has quite a few of them. So effectively after day one, two teams dropped out entirely because of their Latter Day commitments. So we really bested four other teams. Sigh. Still, trophies are trophies, as they say, so we'll take the tournament victory.

And actually, the whole "hey, no one showed up" phenomenon was a bit of a problem. The majority of us* flew** up after work on Friday and, thanks to the evening departure, the hour and a half flight, the lost hour due to time zone "change," the car rental process and the drive from SLC up to Ogden, UT, we got to our hotel pretty late. The tournament director, as indicated above, was having trouble and trying to recruit teams until the last minute, so he didn't post the tournament program online until sometime where we were in the air over Nevada. So we didn't find out until late Friday night what our competition would be, and unfortunately, I don't think we responded well. At the hotel, late at night, there was a definite vibe of "Hey, no one's here, we got this," to the point that people were up and dicking around to one extent or another pretty late. Beck, JD and I made a grocery store run late that night in preparation for a serious Saturday, but we were the few who seemed to be locked in on the weekend ahead. And that would definitely come back to bite us on Saturday.

* - "Us" in my case included Beck and me, as my lovely wife took the opportunity to take a quick vacation in Salt Lake City for the weekend. She avoided the tournament entirely - a great call - and got to enjoy some museums, eateries, temples and the Great Salt Lake around Utah. We got a separate hotel room away from the 6 to a room mayhem that always accompanies tournaments, an arrangement that did wonders both for my sleeping comfortably next to someone vastly more attractive than the average Sprawler and for my not having to sleep next to someone who rambles violently in his sleep (cough cough Dixon) or conducts sonorous nasal symphonies at 95 decibels all night (let's just call him > Nate). It was also, natch, fun to travel with the Beck, and we got dinner, hung out and had a very normal-style vacation when I wasn't running around in the sun. Great time, and good to get away - SLC was approximately 65 and gorgeous all weekend while Sunny Azz was in the upper 90s, so the Beck definitely made the right call, even if she did have to hang out for moments with the motley paving crew. Here she is in profile hanging at the Great Salt Lake:


** - Two cars (eight dudes) drove the 12 hours from Phoenix to Ogden. I haven't driven more than 6 hours to a tourney since Tufts spring break in '02, and let me assure you that flying is the way to go, particularly if your drive each way is going to involve a desert and a possible through the night timeframe. Egads, I am, in strictly Lethal Weapon terms, too old for that shit. Anyways, props to the dudes for saving cash, but I was super glad on both ends to make it to my destination in a scant few hours without having to crowd into a vehicle for half a day.

So we rolled down to hotel lobby on Saturday and grabbed a free breakfast - I was SO HAPPY to have my routine Quaker Oatmeal available as a breakfast option, and adding some Cheerios (normally too expensive at our local grocery) was an added bonus. That's crazy, I know, you would think you would want something a little fancier at a hot hotel breakfast, but it hit the spot for me. The nineteen sporty dudes were surrounded, encompassed even, by a preteen / early teens dance competition crowd staying at the hotel, which made for quite the breakfast buffet scene. We're talking a swarming sea of besequined premenarchals, with Cougar-esque overly enthusiastic moms taboot. We were more or less behaved (yet told not a few mayhaps inappropriate Dixxxxxxxon jokes*), but really most of the convo was locked into how we were going to roll everyone at the tourney. Bad signs on the concentration front. We got collected and headed to the tournament; I left Beck to sleep in and enjoy her day in the big, overly clean and naive-as-to-the-true-meaning-of-postmodernism city.

* - that is a shoutout to any Tuftsman who may be reading, btw.

We got to the actual fields (I mean, with grass and tape lines and everything - we didn't know what to do with ourselves, so used to the barren Phoenix dirt-crete as we were) and got in a pretty decent warm-up, but it was apparently not enough. Our first game was against N.U.D.E. They started things off hucking and zoning, and we were apparently not ready for that in the slightest as we botched some easy plays and went down 2-0 quickly. Gathered ourselves and shredded the next few zone incarnations, causing them to drop the approach entirely*. We traded until about 4-4 and then got our collective act together - they had a couple of reasonable players, but really had no business hanging with us for as long as we did. We ran it out to 14-4 from there and won 15-5. That seemed to serve as a wakeup call, but it really wouldn't get us all the way awake . . . things were rusty throughout this game; I have us down for 12 turnovers on the score sheet, but some of that is probably unreliable tracking. The name of the game Saturday was rusty - we just were not clicking well and not valuing the disc. More to come. Unfortunately, after that quick win, we had a few hours to lose our focus as an odd number of teams invariably means a bye. Three hours off between games is not excellent, for the record (and you would think they would maybe given the team who traveled the furthest more games...)

* - Why do teams do this? Oh, no, they shredded our Z once, therefore we should never throw it again! I mean, I know it took them 75 throws, but they SCORED! Seriously, peeps, take a statistics class.

Game 2 was the Killjoys, incidentally one of the Mormon teams. They featured some solid players and one supergoon who was clearly a basketball crossover and had no concept of rules. Awesome. After a little "let's stop thinking about how easy this tournament's going to be" intergame speech from Nyet, we came out defensively insane, getting big turns and running things out to a 5-0 and then a 6-1 lead. Easy skeezy... not so much. We went on a really bad, turnover-heavy stretch and let them tie it up 7-7. We were playing some pretty trigger / huck happy teams all weekend, so the closeness of games was almost entirely dependent on how low percentage we were with the disc. That's sorta always the case in Ultimate, but other than getting beat deep on occasion, our D was pretty intense all weekend, it was really just the O that kept screwing things up with low percentage attempts. We did take half, but the rest of this game was a nasty battle back and forth - we got up 13-10 and had another collapse, actually letting them know it at 14s. That was quite a scare - but some big plays (I notched it at 15 with a huge flick huck to Dixon, and then our D lines came up huge) secured us a 17-15 win in a game that should not have been that close.

Now is as good of a time as any to insert self-centered commentary: I had two turns the whole weekend, and they unfortunately both came late in this game, both on overzealous, yes-this-is-a-tough-throw-but-I've-got-it-nine-times-out-of-ten IO flick hucks. The first one was to Big Nate, and just didn't quite get high enough; his beaten guy stepped in front and knocked it down. So I overcompensated on the next one and hung one up to eBay. That one actually wasn't as bad as it still went out to the proper side and gave him plenty of position on a guy who was shorter than he was; still, it wasn't crisp by any means, and eBay couldn't come down with it. Terrible, terrible timing on my part as this let them back into it late. Luckily, my D teammates picked me up, and we came away with it. I still felt pretty terrible there for a bit; hard to yell at people about valuing the disc when you're making crunch time errant, risky throws.

Speaking of feeling terrible - knee had still been bothering me pretty badly for the month before Daweena, so after the league finals tourney (two weeks before Daweena, write-up forthcoming), I tried to rest it up. This meant that in the two weeks prior to Daweena, I had sprinted once, at a Saturday SLUG, and had otherwise just ridden the stationary bike and run on the elliptical. So cardio wise, I was fine, but man, I had no quick-twitch or speed burst at all on Saturday. This manifested itself a few times: Big Nate threw a stall nine desperation blade to the back of the endzone that I swear I had but my legs just wouldn't move, so I ended up having to lay out for a trailing edge bid and missed it; Jim and Trant tossed me errant dumps that normally would've been fine, but I laid out to find myself two inches short on each; I beat a guy for an easy goal to the backhand side that Tim led me too much on and I just had no extra gear to run it down. And Dhein put a huck up to me that hung up a bit, giving the aforementioned goon time to run down and sky me from behind (in my defense, he did have about four inches on me, and the throw was sub-awesome). All that stuff, and I got beat deep twice by young dudes, and I just couldn't change directions well. Turns out you actually need to sprint now and then to be fine tuned for a sport that requires quick bursts of speed. So I felt pretty bad about my general athletic ability and play at moments on Saturday for sure.

All of that said - good experience. I was not 100% on Saturday, and I had a really bad stretch late in that 2nd game (and a little bit into the third game), but I kept my head, recalibrated and made some big hucks and breakmark throws to help us out. I'll fully admit I was down on myself at times, but I gutted it out and came through alright. So yay for me. (And two throwaways, one that was really more of an inadvertent 50-50 throw than an explicit throwaway, in five games is not terrible at all, especially given the number of hucks and shots I did hit). So probably a personal B / B+ weekend overall - I can play better, but I pretty much got my job done. Particularly since I evaluated the play on Saturday and came back for Sunday with a calmer, clearer head and played near perfectly. Trant helpfully pointed out that I need to QB the team more - meaning do more staying back and handling and less joining the cutting fray - and I agree. So there's that to work on, too.

Alright, slap a to be continued here - we'll finish Saturday and cover Sunday in the next post.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ironman 2



Is anyone else irritated by all the Iron Man II advertisements? We do not mean the standard commercials for the movie, but rather the insidious product placement and fusion campaigns.

The Clarion Content has seen Ironman II footage and/or characters fused with ads for Dr. Pepper, Burger King, Audi and the NBA. It bugs that the movie is too present; it is everywhere, but because it is the sequel to one of the biggest movies of all time (sorta), we understand and expect that to happen. What is truly vile is the level on which these product placement ads cheapen the character and plot integrity of the movie.

This is not a new trend in the movies, the Clarion Content's editor grew up in an era where they ditched a planet of Wookies for a planet of Ewoks because they thought the toys would sell better. We would argue however that it is an additional iteration, another level, to see the Iron Man fused with the Burger King or to watch Tony Stark hop in an Audi like a real celebrity. This fusing of the fictional and the commercial eats at the core of story-telling. The willingness to suspend disbelief for a good story runs 180 degrees reverse course of humanity's hardened attempts to disbelieve advertisers. Getting sucked into a good plot is not supposed to make you one of P.T. Barnum's suckers.

This chafes our consciousness.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Yes I Am Stumbling...

I *promise* I will write something substantive in the next few. I'm neck deep in exams, papers, the usual right now. But this forced me to take a five second break to post. Enjoy:


Thursday, May 6, 2010

Life’s never been better than this.

Semalam saya banyak mengobrol dengan seorang sahabat. Dia yang pernah mengisi jejak dan menjadi peneman langkah yang sangat setia. Walaupun dia juga sedang mecari mimpinya di kota yang berbeda, setidaknya tetap ada keakraban yang erat ketika mendengar suaranya.

Topic pembicaraan kami? Apalagi kalau bukan saling bertukar kabar. Mengenai peristiwa yang terjadi di rumah dalam 2 minggu ini. Bagaimana saya mengatasinya, dan bagaimana saya melanjutkan hari-hari saya. Karena apapun yang terjadi, pasti dia tahu. Dia yang selalu ada baik hati dan perasaan. Saya pun menanyakan kabarnya. Bagaimana hidupnya, dan bagaimana rencananya kedepan. Oh, I really miss her voice around here!

Satu topik yang selalu menjadi bahan favoritnya adalah bagaimana keadaan hati saya. Bagaimana saya menjalani hidup. Saya pun cuma bisa berkata, “life’s never been better than this”. Dititik inilah saya menyenangi diri saya apa adanya. Tanpa perlu khawatir apa yang akan dikatakan orang. Saya menghargai apa yang ada di dalam kepala.



Seriuh dan serusuh apapun dalam kepala, saya tetap bisa mengendalikannya. Bahkan ketika hal-hal liar mulai berkecamuk dan bergejolak lagi. Bedanya dengan dulu, sekarang saya menjadi sutradara untuk diriku sendiri. Menjadi penentu apa yang kurasakan atau yang ingin kurasakan. Berbeda dengan dulu, dimana saya selalu merasa butuh tangan seseorang, butuh panduan seseorang untuk sejenak menemaniku. Sekarang saya sudah bisa menjalaninya sendiri.

Sampai pada titik ini. Yes, I’m proud to be my self. Dengan semua statementku. Dengan semua pengakuan diri. Dengan semua keseharianku, this is the way I am. Mungkin sebagian orang akan menganggapnya bodoh. Begitu terlambatnya kah saya menyadari dan bangga bahwa diri sendiri begitu spesial? Tapi bukankah lebih baik terlambat daripada tidak sama sekali?

Pelan-pelan diri ini semakin berdewasa juga, dalam pikiran dan tindakan. Karena setidaknya itulah yang harus dilakukan. Kita tidak mungkin menjadi orang yang sama dengan kemarin kan?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Siapkah kita ketika hari itu datang?

Bagaimana rasanya ketika kau kehilangan seseorang dalam hidupmu? Seseorang yang sangat berarti. Entah mengapa pikiran itu sejenak terlintas di kepala. Apakah saya akan masih bisa melanjutkan hidup? Mengingat bahwa masalah umur dan hidup tidak ada yang pernah tahu rahasianya. Dan drama inilah yang terjadi dalam kepalaku saat ini. Bahwa saya kehilangan seorang sahabat di dunia. Kehilangan dalam artian sebenarnya, bahwa dia telah kembali ke sang Khalik.

Sekali saya pernah berada dalam posisi ini. Ketika saya merasa sangat dekat dengan seorang sahabat. Saya bercerita apapun kepadanya. Dia pun demikian. Barulah ketika saya mengetahui bahwa dia mengidap penyakit yang sangat parah, saya semakin sayang kepadanya. Menjadi teman yang selalu ada dan selalu setia. Tapi ternyata kenyataan yang ada berubah. Alasan sakitnya itu ternyata hanyalah sebagai alat dan senjata saja. Untuk memperoleh perhatian dari perempuan yang dicintainya. Berharap mereka akan berempati seperti apa yang saya rasakan. Tapi sejak itu pula, saya mulai sedikit kehilangan respek tentang penyakitnya. Karena kepada saya, dia tidak berkata sebenarnya. Apa yang harus saya percaya?



Sekarang saya berkenalan dengan seseorang lagi. Begitulah hidup. Orang-orang datang dan pergi dari kehidupanmu. Tanpa pernah kita tahu, siapa yang akan menjadi temanmu di keesokan harinya. Berawal dari komentar status di facebook, bertukar cerita melalui inbox message, sampai akhirnya bertukar kabar melalui sms dan telepon. Saya merasa nyaman dengannya. Bertukar cerita mengenai kegiatannya yang menjadi mentor untuk anak-anak yang mengidap autis. Dia pun mendengarkan ketika saya berkeluh kesah mengenai kantor, ketika terkadang beberapa teman tidak mengerti apa yang saya rasakan.


Satu hal yang membuatku kaget adalah, ketika dia menghilang hampir seminggu. Tanpa ada kabar, tanpa ada berita. Kemana dia? Saya berusaha positive thinking. Bahwa mungkin dia sibuk atau lagi apalah. Dan ternyata tebakan saya benar. Dia lagi sibuk. Sibuk di rumah sakit untuk menjalani kemoterapi.


Setelah bercerita kurang lebih hampir sejam, barulah saya tahu semua kabar beritanya. Tahu bagaimana dia menjalani hidup selama ini. Saya pikir, hidup yang didedikasikannya untuk mengajar anak-anak autis sudah sangat membuatku kagum, ternyata ada luka dan pengalaman yang lebih besar dibalik itu. Dimana dia menjalani hidup dengan caranya sendiri, berhenti kuliah untuk membiayai sekolah adik-adiknya. Menjadi tulang punggung orang tua pada saat sang ayah meninggal. Menjadi “orang luar” di keluarganya sendiri karena dia memilih untuk hidup sendiri dan membiayai hidupnya sendiri.

Seperti alur cerita dalam sebuah film, sekarang saya mengetahui bagaimana kanker otak pelan-pelan menggerogoti hidupny. Semua tabungan dari hasil pekerjaannya hanya habis di rumah sakit saja. Bahkan dia sudah sampai menjual laptop, televisi dan motor untuk menutupi biaya rumah sakitnya. Untuk menjalani sesi kemo dan sesi pengobatan lainnya. Dan ketika saya sendiri sudah sangat sedih mendengar ceritanya, dia masih bisa tersenyum dan tertawa. Berkata memang beginilah hidup yang telah ditakdirkan untuknya.

Kenapa saya bisa merasa sangat dekatnya? Mungkin karena perasaan senasib itu. Dimana kami benar-benar fight dan struggle mengenai isu keluarga dan bagaimana menjalani hidup. Bagaimana kepedihan demi kepedihan terus datang dan kami masih bisa melewatinya. Sampai saat ini kami masih bisa tersenyum dan berkata, bahwa memang kita sudah lulus satu ujian. Tapi apakah kita akan lulus dengan ujian berikutnya?

Sejenak saya malu dengan diri sendiri. Terkadang beberapa keadaan yang tidak nyaman sudah membuatku menjudge hidup. Hanya karena saya harus tinggal di rumah pada sabtu malam, hanya karena saya tidak bisa memakai pakaian yang bagus, hanya karena ini atau hanya karena itu. Saya terkadang lupa bahwa saya lebih beruntung dari banyak orang di luar sana. Saya beruntung masih memiliki kedua orang tua, masih memiliki pekerjaan, dan masih memiliki orang-orang yang peduli kepada saya. Kenapa saya terkadang lupa untuk bersyukur?

Sekarang, apakah saya siap ketika orang-orang terdekat saya akan pergi? Entahlah, saya belum bisa menjawabnya. Tapi pastinya saya sudah harus mempersiapkan hati dan pikiran untuk itu. Bukankah sudah sering diceritakan bahwa dunia ini hanyalah tempat pesinggahan semata?

Saya bersyukur bertemu dengan orang ini. Dia membuatku berpikir tentang apa yang saya miliki. Tentang hidup yang saya jalani. Sekarang saya hanya bisa menjanjikan untuk selalu berada disampingnya selalu. Menjadi teman yang bisa diajak cerita kapanpun. Walaupun dia berada jauh disana. Sedangkan dengan sahabat saya yang satunya? Biarlah dia mencari hidupnya dulu. Karena saya juga pasti tidak mampu untuk melupakan atau mencuekinya, karena dia pernah menjadi penopang dalam satu bagian hidupku. Mari kita syukuri hidup ini dan menjalaninya sebaik mungkin. Sampai hari itu datang dan saat kita tiba untuk kembali kepadaNya.

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