tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post4955823704621127913..comments2023-10-30T04:04:00.692-05:00Comments on Process of Illumination: ...Or not to be?Hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01619039249146075142noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post-28813019300429310362009-02-28T19:37:00.000-06:002009-02-28T19:37:00.000-06:00I played multiple D1 sports in college and nothing...I played multiple D1 sports in college and nothing, nothing compares to the wide-open unleashed release of happiness deep into my soul like ultimate. every year i say i'm retiring, almost every year i return and fall in love all over again. granted with age, your perspective must change in how you will relate to it to keep the fix, but the bottom line,, is the moment you strap up your cleats, you step into another reality. One of pure pleasure, but maybe that's only tangible because of the pure pain it increasingly inflicts as you age as well. between those two extremes lie peace. if someone finds a substitute, let me know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post-51896055531117585572009-02-26T22:45:00.000-06:002009-02-26T22:45:00.000-06:00Hector Sr. once told me "Frisbee: it's a very jeal...Hector Sr. once told me "Frisbee: it's a very jealous thing." Obviously, I still use the phrase today, accent and all, because it so accurately depicts the unabashed emotion we submit to and throttle every time we reach for our cleats.Brian Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08511375599460304511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post-32061696750463256352009-02-21T10:49:00.000-06:002009-02-21T10:49:00.000-06:00so true, haven't played since july and i feellost ...so true, haven't played since july and i feellost and kinda disoriented. Been playing other sports - just not the sameAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post-25031165821824998732009-02-20T15:33:00.000-06:002009-02-20T15:33:00.000-06:00Excellent read, glad you have so much time to writ...Excellent read, glad you have so much time to write these days. I liked it so much I had to steal it for republishing on my own blog... but I added fun pictures to go along with it (including your all-time fav from regionals 2006, complete with veins popping from Trip's head).<BR/><BR/>I wonder, what kind of camaraderie and exclusivity other fringe sports feel... something on par with the ultimate world perhaps? Or, as I'd like to believe, nowhere near our world because there's no better place to be...Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11625766914068168482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post-15285002794198194742009-02-19T05:42:00.000-06:002009-02-19T05:42:00.000-06:00Here's my recommendation: Don't play co-ed. It is...Here's my recommendation: Don't play co-ed. It is a poor substitute for the actual thing. It really is all or nothing. Putting your all in to the season is what makes it worth it - and if you're going to put your all in to it you may as well be playing open. You can't do this half way after knowing what it feels like to do it all the way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17185944.post-30496511627540279962009-02-18T18:29:00.000-06:002009-02-18T18:29:00.000-06:00Dude, right on.Dude, right on.Riphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12478192732471545852noreply@blogger.com