Wow.
My ultimate Frisbee team has been a tremendous exercise in patience. Ultimate is basically football with a disc - your 5-person team controls the ball, throwing it to each other to get into the end zone for a score (1 point apiece). There are no "downs" like in football, you can throw as many passes as you want, but the key is that there's no running once you've caught the disc. So there's lots of sprinting downfield to get ahead. And if your toss hits the ground, the other team goes on offense.
My squad consists of 15 twentysomething pairs of legs and my old bones. Most of us had barely played the game before. When you only have 5 on the field at a time, that means chemistry grows slowly. But recently we'd come closer to winning and even won last week.
This week though our prospects of victory were dim against a team featuring the league captain. And true enough, we fell behind 7-2 in the second half, dropping something like a dozen deep passes in the process.
But seizing the motto "Fresh Legs" against this team that was considerably older and decorated with knee braces, we went on a dramatic run that ended with a tying score with only minutes remaining on the running clock. Facing a "next score wins" scenario, we gutted it out down to the goal line. And when I found my way behind the defense into the corner of the end zone, we had the greatest upset I've been part of this century.
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