You could certainly say that a lot of Frisbee has been played in these last couple of weeks; degrees have suffered, better halves have endured and washing machines have worked over time, but hasn’t it been a grand, roll-curve-ercoaster of a term. I personally have found myself reacting to victories and losses in ways that I have never found myself reacting to competition before.
Let’s start with a low; the arena – Moulsecoomb Leisure Centre, the battle – Coathangers vs Knifecrime, the fallout – heartbreak and a seemingly inescapable abyss of disappointment and self-loathing. What could bring Geezer out of this draining sulk-pit? One thing did – Pride. Two days later around 40 lovely Mohawks strutted/fell in a fluster into the sports dome in Chichester. All 4 teams did amazingly well. Mo1 took the trophy, Mo2 took the plate, MoGee dealt with Maggie all weekend, MoZer took the spirit prize and the majority of people eventually got the moGEE-moZER joke! So thank you everyone for lifting the shadow that fell over me.
The next weekend was Open Indoor Nationals, and it was absolutely mad. For the second national tournament in a row we had two teams represented in the first division. This stat has been thrown around a lot, but just think about it………………….. pretty good, right! Dramatic Frisbee was played, emotions were toyed with, that American dude that sounded like a foghorn became steadily more famous and in the end we won Spirit which, in such a hotly contested tournament, was actually a very nice consolation prize that I think we should be very proud of, especially with Football on the team, celebrating like Eric Cantona and all that. I am now so pumped for the outdoor season.
In the club’s third tournament weekend on the trot, the Women took on Nationals. They finished higher than they have since 2006/7 and, by default and accident, won spirit, leading many to believe there must be a conspiracy that Sussex Frisbee teams cannot leave tournaments without silverware, even when they don’t win any. Let’s not complain eh.
The Christmas meal was last night, and whilst everyone gathered around for President Jessie’s presentation, I was stood at the back of the crowd by one of the few tables that civilians were occupying. They ushered me over, obviously interested as to what the commotion was all about. “Who are you all?” one of them asked. “Us” I said as I looked around at the crowd, seeing old faces, familiar faces, fresh faces and finally Kota’s ecstactic, formerly mustachioed face as he looked at his card (we’ll miss you buddy), “Us………….We are the Mohawks”.
Needless to say this poor woman is none the wiser as to who we are, but I feel great for saying it so that’s fine.
Well done to everyone this term and Merry Christmas.
Love from Geezer