Scotch and Ultimate: These Are a Few of My Favourite Things

Not so long ago I played in my first Canadian Ultimate (Frisbee) Championships. The Lovely Wife, by virtue of her skill and beautitude (I just made that word up; I can tell you're shocked.) has played in two previous Nationals, or "Nats" competitions as we in the ultimate community refer to them. Luckily, the stars were aligned for me this time around:

1. I was finally old enough to play for a Masters (over 33) team, and

2. Nats was being held in our fair city, which meant that no travel would be involved, and we'd have help looking after the kids.

What I didn't expect, however, was that The Lovely Wife would be snatched up at the last minute by a local co-ed team to play, making the latter half of #2 above slightly more challenging. But I digress.

I was happy to witness renewed "buzz" around the game of ultimate, especially since it's just beginning to hit critical mass to blow the sport wide open in this quiet seaside town. Around here, the sport takes a serious back-seat to soccer when it comes to getting field-space (even the "best" soccer fields around here are poor by conventional standards), relegating us to play in the outfields of ball diamonds. You can only imagine how successful we've been in defending our field permits against teams of drunken beer-ballers weilding aluminum bats. Hopefully some of the hype that accompanies the National Championships has put us on the sports map, and we won't have to go into battle armed only with 175 grams of plastic and a laminated sheet of paper.

And so it was that the organizing committee (including Jason of Spacemonkeypants who designed the kickass-est logo in the whole darn universe) did press releases, interviews for print (right), television, radio, and glossy mags, some of which are provided for your viewing pleasure today.


One of my favourites is on the front and back covers of the tournament program (left). The image of the disc emerging from the paper is spectacular, in my opinion.

But that wasn't the end of it. At one point, I received an email from the communications committee, looking for people around the city (but in the 'burbs) who'd be playing in the tournament. Apparently the weekly community papers were interested in doing some profiling of suburbanites who'd be making appearances. I wasn't sure I qualified, but evidently my official new status as suburbanite was good enough for them, and the weekend of the tournament I was featured in the weekly newspaper.

As far as I know, only one person I know outside the ultimate community saw the story and made mention of it. And despite the interviewer getting almost all of the details wrong in the story wrong, it's still kind of fun to make the paper and not have the words "deadbeat dad" or "no fixed address" in the story.


In the end, it was a fantastic tournament. We were up against four other masters teams from around the country (two from Ottawa - Smell my Mule and Bad Daddy Ultimate, one from Winnipeg - Red Flood, and team from Calgary - Relic). We fared quite well, coming in 4th but managing to beat all the other teams during the course of the tournament. We also lost to each of the teams in our division, but let's not dwell on that. The caliber of play was surprisingly high. Even The Lovely Wife commented that she thought our team played some extremely competitive ultimate, and that we could have taken on some of the better co-ed teams and given them a good run. Next year's nationals is in Toronto, which is close enough to make the prospect of attending very tempting. Hopefully we've planted a seed in the hearts of the Masters crowd around here and we'll take a team to T.O. for CUC'07.

Scotch - 2006

Posted bythemikestand at 3:09 PM  

3 stepped up to the mike:

jenB said... 12:49 AM, September 13, 2006  

"catching on"? i have been annoyed by calling frisbee a sport for like 15 years. ;-)

Megan said... 3:07 AM, September 13, 2006  

Haha. You look very focused in the picture. Sounds like fun.

themikestand said... 6:31 AM, September 13, 2006  

jenb: That's flame-bait around here, missy.

megan: I thought the picture was pretty good. It's hard to convey what the sport is about in a picture of one guy, so I guess they just went with the picture that actually showed me.

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