All my previous blog posts were written as an ultimate player with no titles. This one is being written by a national champion player. Great title, no? When it comes down to it, it basically doesn’t mean anything. I never played for big titles since I will rarely get them. But what does it mean to be a national champion really? Why will I remember that day till I die? Why will it be one of the happiest memories of my life? Anyone who knows a little bit about the 2011-12 roster of the Mohawks 1st team knows that I did ...

So, had a bit of hiatus from blogging – 7 straight weekends of ultimate tends to ruin other plans… As a result I’ve got a bit of a backlog of things I desperately want to write about – especially after a rather historic nationals – but this one has been sitting about for a while, and really deserves to get to see the light of day. Grudge Match 2.0 It was *the* match. The game we’d been hoping to avoid all weekend. And unfortunately we messed up and found ourselves playing it. Our very own Grudge Match. Now, having written a post about precisely ...

The following blog, tells the story of our Paga experience as juniors, in our first year playing ultimate. Created by Dan and Football. *To note: If anybody has any additional stories they would like to add, feel free to write a comment below. We would certainly love to read it. 1st Day The first day mainly consisted of discussing the tomfoolery of those missing the flight, as well as whether Chris would be alive when he did arrive. Smooth flight, relatively smooth train journey, and smooth arrival at Sunflower City. A wee bit of practice/ casual game was a nice introduction to beach ...

These are my thoughts on my Paganello 2012 experience. I hope they are of interest, many apologies if you think they might be and then read them and get thoroughly bored. When Callum first suggested driving to Paga I was apprehensive, not just the actual driving part but because it was Callum who was asking. I trust Callum with everything but he will be the first to admit that at times he is not the most organised and on occasion doesn’t come up trumps. My nervousness was, therefore, because I thought that he might not sort all the stuff that he ...