Life of Pride
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
End Women's Suffrage! The following link will show you why: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUP9Jm9SqvY.
I had to share that. Mostly, however, this post is about Frisbee. My summer league team had its first loss last night, making us 4-1, and so I am compulsively playing scenes from the game over and over in my head. I think I'm getting the hang of this method of play, so much so that I can often be where I need to be. I'm also beginning to see the patterns. One thing that really got me thinking was last Monday after gameplay, when everyone dropped their normal disciplined stacks and ran around in a loose style similar to playing at PHC. Nobody knew what to do. They were like me learning to play league style.
I think that most people get so locked into their forms of play that they just can't see the patterns when they change. Wouldn't it be fun if I were a team captain one day and could experiment? I think PHC should do intramural Frisbee again this fall. Sure, I'll be helping Christy with her play. But a girl has to exercise, hasn't she?
The actual gameplay isn't the only reason I've been thinking about my Frisbee team, however. It's a different experience for me, coming together for the sake of sports with a widely divergent group of people. I cheer loudly for my team, and I think they all like me and respect me. Nonetheless, I sometimes have to be silent during the group cheers because they contain sexual content or foul words.
Every week on the drive to the park, I pray that God will use me for a witness. I don't know how He is using me, and I'm not trying to push myself forward unnecessarily, but I cannot say something that would make God unhappy. Not if I believe He really exists. So maybe this is my witness. I don't know; it's hard, because I say (loudly sometimes) I don't want to do those cheers, but they do them anyway.
Still, I love Frisbee. I can throw both forehand and backhand with consistency now. My play is in general much better.
I had to share that. Mostly, however, this post is about Frisbee. My summer league team had its first loss last night, making us 4-1, and so I am compulsively playing scenes from the game over and over in my head. I think I'm getting the hang of this method of play, so much so that I can often be where I need to be. I'm also beginning to see the patterns. One thing that really got me thinking was last Monday after gameplay, when everyone dropped their normal disciplined stacks and ran around in a loose style similar to playing at PHC. Nobody knew what to do. They were like me learning to play league style.
I think that most people get so locked into their forms of play that they just can't see the patterns when they change. Wouldn't it be fun if I were a team captain one day and could experiment? I think PHC should do intramural Frisbee again this fall. Sure, I'll be helping Christy with her play. But a girl has to exercise, hasn't she?
The actual gameplay isn't the only reason I've been thinking about my Frisbee team, however. It's a different experience for me, coming together for the sake of sports with a widely divergent group of people. I cheer loudly for my team, and I think they all like me and respect me. Nonetheless, I sometimes have to be silent during the group cheers because they contain sexual content or foul words.
Every week on the drive to the park, I pray that God will use me for a witness. I don't know how He is using me, and I'm not trying to push myself forward unnecessarily, but I cannot say something that would make God unhappy. Not if I believe He really exists. So maybe this is my witness. I don't know; it's hard, because I say (loudly sometimes) I don't want to do those cheers, but they do them anyway.
Still, I love Frisbee. I can throw both forehand and backhand with consistency now. My play is in general much better.
Comments:
You, dear, are going to be a fearsome competitor when you return to the PHC frisbee field this fall :).
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