we just finished hosting the ultimate tournament. chrissy came and saw. i wonder what she thought. i'm glad that i didn't play. helping BK learn how to run a tournament is/was important. ultimate at SFA is bigger than me. on the other hand, at a savage tournament, there are no subs- everyone plays every point. so that would have been good. to get some fucking play time. forseriously.
in other news, i will be in louisiana all week starting tomorrow night. i'll be conducting an archaeological survey with my good friend and boss Dr. galan. his doctorate is so new i'll have to remember to bring some scissors to take it out of the plastic wrap.
i went to the houston dynamo game last night. then drove back. the game was so amazing. if i wasn't so tired from running the ultimate tournament, no change that to exhausted, i would link to some highlights or something. if you can think of the perfect game, it was that. we were down, the calls were against us. my brother was there with me. we got to heckle the dallas fucks that lost. they are so weak. i'm sure the dynamo and our fan club would be able to hack it in europe, but the same cannot be said for fc dallas. those guys suck. they couldn't find passion in a passion fruit salad. i don't know if that is a real thing, but that's because my passion is thick like sludge and haunting like that first heartbreak. it is always there, living in me and surfacing like a wolf when i call it up.
growl.
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I came. I saw. I especially like the parts where someone lunges real low and then throws the frisbee so it goes down and then swings up again just as you least expect it. Fully horizontal dives are also pretty exciting.
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