Harvard alum and affiliates are putting together a team for Club Trouble in Vegas this year. I jump at any chance to play frisbee. A chance to play in TiV with former and current teammates? I’m there (or at least my heart is.) Problem is, my thesis is due 4 days after the tournament.
I told some non-ultimate friends that I was considering playing in Vegas the weekend before my thesis was due. I quickly learned that unless I wanted to be on the receiving end of looks of disapproval and concern, continuing to do this would just stress me out.
I really want to go to Vegas. Not only because I love frisbee and the people going, but because it’d be a tournament where I’d almost feel like a rookie again. Last year’s graduation of our two star players and a large, talented senior class means I must now feel old. Given this and the saga that is Quasar vs. Club sports (see previous post), Vegas seems to be just what the doctor ordered. There’s a certain solace in being the most confused and least skilled player on the field. There’s a distinct freedom in running your hardest, maybe making the play, maybe not, knowing that just trying is enough. You are exempt from politics, there is no power structure that you must navigate… just frisbee.
