The "Ultimate" Update

So I'm a half hour into my shift here at work and already I'm bored. Good thing I bought this book entitled The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I read through the first chapter during my last shift and already I can't tell you how good this book is. Everybody should read this book, it's crazy.

But enough about that. I thought I'd use this post to let everybody know how things are going with my ultimate frisbee team. On my old blog I had made a prayer request that I would be a good witness to my team because I didn't think that there was any Christians on my team... which was fine. But it turns out that there are a couple who are Christians! PTL? Definitely. It takes less pressure off me to be a good example to them and for me to be myself - not that I would act any different but it's comforting to know that there are others on the team who share the same faith as I do. All in all, it looks like it's going to be an awesome summer. I'm really looking forward to this break.

Have I said how much I love my team? I really really love them. The story of how I got involved with them is great too. I emailed my buddy Lee, whom I've been playing some pick up games with the past couple years, telling him I wanted to join a league team this year. He replied back saying there wasn't anymore room on his team so he referred me to Steve's team, the team I'm currently on. Most of us are a bunch of riff raffs with no league experience whatsoever, save for a couple people who are hardcore. The league coordinator put us in the 'D' division aka the bottom of the barrell. BIG MISTAKE. The last two games we played, we completely slaughtered the competition. I have a feeling that we're going to get bumped up eventually. So anyway, Lee, the guy who shrugged me off, found out how much fun we're having on our team and he joined MY team. My, how the tables have turned. Irony can be such bliss sometimes.

I love Steve, the captain. He's a school teacher, and so during practice I call him Mr. Shylo because he's the one that drills us.

I love Laura, with her gift of hospitality. The awesome time we had at her house drinking beer and working out at the same time (I don't recommend that anybody does this), and watching Starsky and Hutch.

I love Janet, with her hardcore workouts and techniques. We played pool at Laura's and she made this rule where everytime we missed a shot, we had to do 10 pushups. And then when it was her turn to do pushups, she wormed her way out of it.

I love Sol, with his crazy Karaoke singing from Backstreet Boys to POD. He has a great sense of humour. I love when he does his chinese accent.

I love Eric, the way he mumbles and I can barely understand him half the time. I'm usually reading his lips and when he turns away I'm like "uhhh... *nods*".

I love Adam, how he never gets off the field even though he's gasping for air and looking like he's going to collapse.

I love Tri, he's so frickin lazy on the field and yet does a marvelous job of defending and handling the disc. Poetry in motion.

I love Sonia, how everytime I throw a long bomb to her she manages to catch it. One time I threw a pass intended for Janet and Sonia caught it! She reads the pass very well.

I love Jeff, and his Starsky and Hutch impressions. DU IT! DU IT!

I love Eugene, and his willingness to learn. He's caught on so quickly over the past couple of weeks.

I love Erin, and her towering height. She'll catch any high pass!

I love Lee, and the irony he brings. I'm glad that I finally get to play with him, my initial hope in the first place.

And lastly, I love you who read all the way to the end.

What about me, you ask? Well, for anybody who knows me, they would say that I make a fine addition to the team.

GO 30 FOOT! HOO-AH!!!