UKUA Tour 2

It absolutely rocked.

I know there is le tour de France right now, but while Chicken Legs was rocking it up the mountains, I was stuck in the mud of the north that is the little known town of Mansfield, but it is a Mecca of frisbee tournaments. There is at least one every year, god knows why. Well I do know why, because Hannah organises one every year, and makes a handsome profit (and I don't blame her, running frisbee tournaments is hard work).

My little club got three teams up to Mansfield, one womans and two mens. I was in the first team (of course), and we were in the A Tour (the top tier). Check out photos here, not of us but you can get the general idea. There might be some clips here, again none of my team. That’s because in the grand scheme of ultimate frisbee, Southampton's team no longer figures. Never mind though, we came 13th, and it felt good.

You see, we were promoted to the A Tour a month or so ago, and this was our chance to stay up in the A Tour, and to do so we had to get 13th or higher. Getting it yet?

On the Sunday we won every game, beating fellow promotees Flight Club and Devon in rather un-inspiring games. For a while during the mud and rain I sat on my ass thinking about giving this stupid sport up. Biking is becoming a great distraction. Then though, we had the final game, the game to go, the game we had to win to stay up with the big boys. We had to beat Bristol (my friends Penfold and Rob's team). We came out firing, I through some long discs to our trusted recievers Nick and Whittle. They caught them all. We played it short and scored, I scored, wee Si scored, we all scored. Man we rocked.

We won 15-9, and crushed them like mice. It felt so good. Although I felt for Penfold, it sucks losing too.

You know, sometimes just when you feel like tossing in the towel, frisbee just yanks you back... But then there are still the Pyrenees to come...