Wednesday, February 03, 2010
I finally got around to giving the Winter 2009 UPA magazine a thorough look over. I found something that tickled me.
It was obvious to me, and anyone else that knows anything about club ultimate, that when it started coming out that Chase would be playing co-ed (I mean, mixed) this club season, that whatever team had just acquired him off marriage/move waivers would be the next Club Mixed Champion. Pardon me if that seemed like too big a leap in logic to assume. When it turned out that Axis of C'Ville won, I decided the right thing to do would be to feign a polite surprise.
Now several months removed from that finals and looking at page 22 of the newsletter, I find that my practiced reaction was entirely unnecessary. Chase was in on the joke too. Find him now, tucked away in the top left corner of the picture. There he is, giant smile upturned at its right corner, reaching up toward that eye. And there is that eye, crows' feet dangling downward, cinched shut while the left remains open in a near universal piece of code: the wink. The wink, that flash of facial expression to bring you in on an inside joke shared only by winker and, now, you. Telling you, hey, I'm not being entirely serious here. I am telling a joke. And indeed he is.
Look at him there, winking, telling you, a bit sheepishly, "yes, I know. I shouldn't be here. I make Mixed ultimate look like a summer camp dodgeball game between grade schoolers and counselor. This is Julius Peppers putting on pads today against some Pop Warner cast-offs. This is them running into the inmovable object and trying to push. I, too, feel like I'm cheating. Just a little bit. Just a little bit." Wink.
I imagine, too, that on the picture to its left, Zach Eastlund is looking into an unknown distance resigned to a fate that, only moments ago, he was hoping to avoid. As the disc hung there, gently tabling off and both he and Chase in hot pursuit, he may have found himself thinking of Sisyphus and three short feet from the mountain's ridge, heavy boulder in tow. Perhaps today, perhaps mere moments from now, the rock will make it to the top. But it slips away, and Chase tallies another goal, and both Zach and Sisyphus purse their lips and get angry for having allowed themselves the luxury of hope.
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