I've been a little upset over the last few days. I can't believe i stopped swimming. I mean, wow. It was my life; i had lots of friends, had lots of fun, and was very good at it. I recently looked over the Pittsburgh top times and other non-sense, and saw the 100 butterfly top times of this year. God fucking damn it my best time would have been like 3rd or maybe 4th. This all comes at the light of Ricky and his stardom at the moment. For those of you who don't know who i am talking about google "Ricky Henahan." He's a good friend of mine, who iv'e sadly not been in superb contact with. We are really best friends, we can hang out anytime and just good around. The thing is Ricky has been, even though he is younger, kinda of someone i looked up to. He was bigger, faster, and an all around better swimmer. He inspired me. Ricky and I always talked about the most random shit and had insane things to talk about; i remember drives to Fairport during which i taught Ricky the proper way to tell a girl to leave him alone, and the proper way of burning a bridge - both of these are obscene sexual gesture, which i care not to discuss.
The thing is, I've decided i love Ultimate. I love it so much. But swimming is still there. My unrequited love. How pathetic, ha. It's not so much that i miss working my ass of 2 hours in the morning and afternoon, to be tired and not be able to do anything with any one, but it's that i miss being great and being apart of a team that was exceptional. FAST (Fairport Area Swim Team) was the club that i swam for 3 years and had devoted a good portion of my life. My best friends were from there, my best memories are there, my greatest moments are there. I gained some of the best friends from swimming; Ricky, Todd, Brad, Dan, Hailey, Will... the list goes on. They were people i loved to be around: they would call me up, i would call them up, we'd have bon-fires, hang out, play halo, drive around for hours, eat ice cream.... everything. I lived a grand and hilarious life. Elias, our whipping boy, reminds me of the best story bar none:
Traditionally, after home/away meets we would celebrate our win, or drown our sorrows at our local BK. It had been a tradition followed for around 7 years, and was a great one. The thing about Elias Homerin is that he isn't normal. He has 3 balls, is somewhat disturbed, has a foot fetish, and is an absolute retard- but he was so loyal and annoying it hurt. He is Ricky's bitch, and was mine for the ladder half of my swimming career. On a side note, he has actually gotten a hell of a lot better, he made states and is becoming a decent swimmer, even though he has no form and is annoying as ever. But, i digress. BK, Elias, mischief. It all started after some meet we had lost, probably a meet Ricky and i had won in our events but the rest of our shit team couldn't even swim in, we got there before Elias and his van of people, and set down to eat our Grilled Chicken Sandwiches. Out of the corner of my ear, i hear an Elias retard noise (he makes wierd noises, and there is no point to them), so i ignore it. Two minutes later Elias and the rest of the people with him come back in tears, Elias was foodless, and everyone else couldnt stop laughing. What had happened? Elias had 7 dollars to spend, Elias is not normal, he spent 10 dollars, he asked if he could borrow the rest of the money.... from the lady at the counter. "I just need three dollars, can i just borrow it. I come here often, i'll pay you back." This story was awarded the "I'll Pay You Back" paper plate award.
Yet, why... why in a semi ultimate related blog, do i bring this up? I haven't had any of these moments yet. I feel a bit adrift in college life and i feel a little isolated. I think it's due to my nature. When i was at FAST i was forced into being with people, High School was an obvious duh, and i didn't worry about much. Now i am forced to think about my FAFSA forms, my next year living condition, working hard, working for money, making sure i had enough money, paying for tournaments, it's become overwhelming. I don't think it's so much overwhelming as much as i am just distressed. I need a friend to vent to, someone willing to put up with shit and help motivate me. With Ricky gone, and swimming for the moment on retainer, i feel empty and feel that i need something or someone to push me. Personally self motivation for me doesn't work. Seeing someone in lane 2 swimming next to you, and saying "fuck that I'm not losing to him" does push me. Ricky, for no particular reason other then being good and being a friend, pushed me to being a great swimmer - something i regret now completely giving up. Yet now i search for someone to push me to become a great ultimate player. Someone who will push me, care about me, and care about my struggle. I'm not clingy, I really don't think I am, I just want to be able to say, "Yeah he's my friend, he pushes me hard, and i really appreciate it."
Determination
I will be the best.
I will catch every disc.
I will out run, out jump, out play everyone.
I will run the best players into the ground.
I will d anyone.
I will sky anyone.
I will not be beaten.
I will never give up.
I will not get d-ed.
I will not falter.
You train everyday. You give yourself everyday. Why? To be the best. Set goals high and keep them there; the higher you strive, the harder you have to work.
I will catch every disc.
I will out run, out jump, out play everyone.
I will run the best players into the ground.
I will d anyone.
I will sky anyone.
I will not be beaten.
I will never give up.
I will not get d-ed.
I will not falter.
You train everyday. You give yourself everyday. Why? To be the best. Set goals high and keep them there; the higher you strive, the harder you have to work.
En Sockeye Nur
It's official, as i predicted our jerseys came out mega sockeye-esque.
Sockeye:
Sabah:
Not much to say right now. Gonna wrap my groin up and attempt to do a full practice tomorrow.
I'll write a full blog tomorrow. It'll be good, it's been simmering for a while.
Sockeye:
Sabah:Not much to say right now. Gonna wrap my groin up and attempt to do a full practice tomorrow.
I'll write a full blog tomorrow. It'll be good, it's been simmering for a while.
Bump
So here's the deal. I have 110 posts on the bboard.To my knowledge i didn't know there was "post stuffing." I mean isn't anything written in a forum to some effect post stuffing. I understand that if someons is just saying "k" or "hahah"or "lol", then they're just bullshitting posts and their total count, but as far as i've known i haven't been that ridiculous. There are maybe two that i actually think i have to take credit for, and one was because Brad asked if there was a cost difference to our two spring break choices, and i came along and just said "Jake says they're negligible." I realize now that he probably could have read the forum to find out the answer to this silly question, but i responded. Another one i did just in spite of this nonsense, the post i responded was the following:
Alrighty, now that i've got that off my chest. I've been kind of aggravated considering i haven't been able to run or do some of the leg things with the team. I've realized that i need to heal up and that i shouldn't push myself just because i want to do something. Meaning, i shouldn't force myself to run, if i know I'm going to hurt myself, just because i need to get into better conditioned shape. So i've done a vast amount of abs, which is doing my good and i've been throwing plenty. The ladder is great. My backhand has finally come to be a respectable throw and my huck is actually really nice, both backhand and flick. Needless to say i've been working my ass off. I do the nine minute abs routine a few times a week and i do push up regularly. I don't know how everything is going to fall into pieces, meaning my season and my workouts, but i know that if i just keep working throw, rehab my groin, get to full speed, that everything will workout one way or another.
On another note, i've had this reoccuring... sort of... horror moment. I don't know why, but i know that it's not true and it's literally never going to happened. I have this ridiculous idea, possible because of my lack of playing in along time, that i am going to suck REALLY, REALLY bad. It all boils down to me being like completely incompetent, the horror scenario. It plays out something like this: D-line, running down the pull i am totally out of breathe and can barely run down, my man is fast, deadly, and smart, and i can't touch him, and to top it all off i get lay out d-ed a whole bunch. The thing is, the last time i played was at the UNC tournament, i was injured and i couldn't run, i was half dead, and was not prepared for good defenders, so i just got wiped all over the field. Me and weasel had talked about it after the game; i told him that i felt like the rookies that got to play all the games on Saturday (of the tournament) and contribute in some minor way gained an abundance of experience and knowledge about how good the teams were. When i jumped in half way through the quarter final game on Sunday i was totally out of my league: and we were playing some chump team... I've realized i just need to scrimmage and play my best and hardest during practices and tournaments (for the few points a may play).
Finally, jerseys. I'm a big fan of Nick's designs. I loved the Pitt man in the block lettering, i thought it was a really good idea, but apparently it's "too busy." Well at the moment our jerseys are too boring. The deal with the colors, as i had told the Bird, was i was going to vote for blue or gold, it would be together, and if i was going to vote for white and black, i would once again vote for them together- but to my surprise it came out half and half, which may or may not be bad. We're also taking a big page out of the Sockeye book. Currently it looks like we may have numbers on the front too, which i am a proponent of and think looks very professional; along with that there are the sick shorts which also seem vaguely sockeye-esque. Overall i am a big fan, and i can't wait to see/wear them.
It's like i told Charlie, i feel like we're a team right now, but when we get our jerseys we ARE a team.
Ben_Ristau wrote: It's polite and cuts down on bboard clutter.To which i eloquently responded "bump." I mean come on. HILARIOUS!
David_Lionetti wrote: But then how can you possibly expect to artificially inflate your post count?
David_Vatz wrote: Good point
Alrighty, now that i've got that off my chest. I've been kind of aggravated considering i haven't been able to run or do some of the leg things with the team. I've realized that i need to heal up and that i shouldn't push myself just because i want to do something. Meaning, i shouldn't force myself to run, if i know I'm going to hurt myself, just because i need to get into better conditioned shape. So i've done a vast amount of abs, which is doing my good and i've been throwing plenty. The ladder is great. My backhand has finally come to be a respectable throw and my huck is actually really nice, both backhand and flick. Needless to say i've been working my ass off. I do the nine minute abs routine a few times a week and i do push up regularly. I don't know how everything is going to fall into pieces, meaning my season and my workouts, but i know that if i just keep working throw, rehab my groin, get to full speed, that everything will workout one way or another.
On another note, i've had this reoccuring... sort of... horror moment. I don't know why, but i know that it's not true and it's literally never going to happened. I have this ridiculous idea, possible because of my lack of playing in along time, that i am going to suck REALLY, REALLY bad. It all boils down to me being like completely incompetent, the horror scenario. It plays out something like this: D-line, running down the pull i am totally out of breathe and can barely run down, my man is fast, deadly, and smart, and i can't touch him, and to top it all off i get lay out d-ed a whole bunch. The thing is, the last time i played was at the UNC tournament, i was injured and i couldn't run, i was half dead, and was not prepared for good defenders, so i just got wiped all over the field. Me and weasel had talked about it after the game; i told him that i felt like the rookies that got to play all the games on Saturday (of the tournament) and contribute in some minor way gained an abundance of experience and knowledge about how good the teams were. When i jumped in half way through the quarter final game on Sunday i was totally out of my league: and we were playing some chump team... I've realized i just need to scrimmage and play my best and hardest during practices and tournaments (for the few points a may play).
Finally, jerseys. I'm a big fan of Nick's designs. I loved the Pitt man in the block lettering, i thought it was a really good idea, but apparently it's "too busy." Well at the moment our jerseys are too boring. The deal with the colors, as i had told the Bird, was i was going to vote for blue or gold, it would be together, and if i was going to vote for white and black, i would once again vote for them together- but to my surprise it came out half and half, which may or may not be bad. We're also taking a big page out of the Sockeye book. Currently it looks like we may have numbers on the front too, which i am a proponent of and think looks very professional; along with that there are the sick shorts which also seem vaguely sockeye-esque. Overall i am a big fan, and i can't wait to see/wear them.
It's like i told Charlie, i feel like we're a team right now, but when we get our jerseys we ARE a team.
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