Process of Illumination

It happened last week, shortly after we finished off a shelacking of our outclasses sectionals opponents. The game just clicked. After a preseason of downs and downs, highlighted mostly by eeking out $1000 at the Texas Shootout and using Sub Zero as a pick-me-up victim at Labor Day, we started understanding each other.

Let it be known, Johnny Bravo is beginning to click, and the time is right. It's go time.

I just noticed this on the web. Gymnogyps californianus is endangered. Species slated for extinction next Sunday. Paymaster now shops here. Because he knows we're coming for him.

The Johnny Bravo '06 season is beginning to take form.

What!?!
Yeah.

(picture caption: Timothy Paymaster awaits his proctology exam at the hands of veterinarian Jolian Dahl, on right)

Kenny Dobyns recently went on his website to deliver his mea culpa for promising to write some hot posts during the summer and then delivering exactly 0 hot posts. But in typical KD style, it was less mea culpa and more tough shit.

So, to those reading Ultimate Talk for the last couple months, tough shit. My absence this summer wasn't preceeded with a promise to really write more once school got out and all the elementary school rug-rats busied themselves because I had no intention of writing one syllable about ultimate. I took the entire summer off of work, played a lot of disc, and wrote a lot about anything else. The break was nice, and necessary.

And now the season ramps up, with many teams playing sectionals next weekend and all major tournaments over with the exception of Chicago Heavyweights, which will be played this coming weekend on drycrete with pencil shavings spread thinly over the top, if I recall correctly. The only thing harder than those fields is Cheney's blackened heart.

Now, I return to look at previous posts and the only one really still toiling is gcooke, the lone rower bent on getting this ship out to sea. The blitzkrieg of bots pushing everything from vegas to viagra has taken a toll on the site, and the comraderie that existed between collective comments on posters is gone now, replaced by programs that suck Idris' dick at preset intervals, "Nice Site!"

The UPA apologized for the delay in announcing next year's college nationals, then underwhelmed somewhat with its return to Ohio. At least I've got the trip out and back nearly memorized. Still, it seemed like after the whole "someone almost died in Austin" talk, the options were limited. How about back to Boulder in '08?

So, I have several blog drafts already written, some sharp barbs saved up for a few special people, and other titles and ideas for things I can write about on this blog. But I promise nothing. That way each time I actually do post, it'll be like the mint on your pillow with your turndown service, just a nice little addition to your otherwise hectic day.