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Cheers and Poems

Rock it Like Enforcers

-How 'bout some hardcore?
Yeah, we like it raw!
-How 'bout some hardcore?
Yeah, we like it raw!
Rock it Like Enforcers!

Little Red Wagon

-You can't ride on my little red wagon.
You can't ride on my little red wagon.
-The front wheel's broke and the axel's dragin'
The front wheel's broke and the axel's dragin'

Juice and Fire

We got the Juice
We got the Fire
We got the Juice
We got the Fire
We got the Hot Desire!

The Huck Before Christmas
By Bill Cernansky 12/21/2000

Gather 'round, children, so better to hear
A wondrous story of holiday cheer
Of Frisbees and reindeer and Oregon muck
And a mystical, magical, glorious huck.

'Twas late in December, and all of the rain
Made cutting on the soggy fields quite a pain.
Despite all of this, someone had the idear
To hold a disc tourney at that time of year.

"Come play in the mud at this year's Christmas Fest"
Said the e-mails, to some of the players' behest;
For not every disc player celebrates Yule:
To some, Hanukkah is the holiday rule.

So discussions ensued; a decision was made
That just one big disc tourney game would be played;
Christmas team versus Hanukkah - though it sounds odd,
With each having thirty-two players per squad.

The teams agreed to square off Christmas Eve;
(And the first day of Hanukkah - would you believe?)
In the future, the tourney then would get its name
From the team that would win this fortuitous game.

Christmas Eve morning arrived, cold and wet
And at 9 O'clock neither team had arrived yet;
So the team organizers were then forced to yield:
Finally, at ten-thirty, both teams took the field.

"Game to thirty-five" cried the organizing crew.
"Absolutely no time limit; must win by two."
Then they flipped the discs; Hanukkah would pull first,
And then each team would play the game it had rehearsed.

The game ran for hours; everyone got to play
With only a few arguments, by the way
But neither team could pull ahead more than one;
By 4 P.M. the tourney still wasn't done!

Game tied 50-50, with light fading fast,
The crew called out that "the next point will be last!"
And the Christmas team gathered up, each one believing
They'd surely score from the pull they'd be receiving.

Halfway down the field, in the mud and the grass,
Dived Derek as he caught a horrible pass.
And as he gained footing to make his next throw,
Saw an open receiver and cried "Ho, Ho, Ho."

He heaved up a hammer, so long and so true
There's nothing that Hanukkah's defense could do.
What he didn't see, in the downpour and dark,
Were a sleigh and nine reindeer flying over the park.

The hammer, one of history's greatest throws
At just the last second glanced off Rudolph's nose!
It wavered, and wobbled, and blew in the breeze,
And was missed, as the receiver fell to her knees.

The shocked Christmas team, and all its adherents,
Immediately called out "that sleigh's interference!"
Meanwhile, the Hannukah folks had to insist
That it wasn't, because Santa didn't exist.

While both teams were arguing there in the park,
The crew called the game on account of the dark.
And though they were opponents, their call was the same:
"Whether Christmas or Hanukkah, 'twas sure a good game!"

Quotes

A nice collection of our favorite Ultimate quotes. To submit a new quote, see contact us section.

"The score was misleading" - Orin

"What do I think about when I think about ultimate frisbee? I think flowers and chinese food. Variations. I think about porcupines and smoking cigarettes. True. I think of the chicken blues and busting loose. Turd. I see myself having sex with the right people. Michalangelo. I see myself in a feild of corn holding a flare gun. Conscience. I see colored lights. Haiku. I hear harmony and dissonance at once. Faith. Big bad bo the night owl. Trees. I dream of knitting and seething. Greenshell. I feel the urgency of 1582. Dharma bums. I ponder the poetry of gladiolas and my friend Mike. Cogito. I think of forging in the smithy of my soul the uncreated. Timothy Hardcock. Guido. I think 'hurrey up it's time.' I see Rob Feldman, chili, Gerry, grass and skin. Freakybuck. I hear autumn and spring. Bridging. I remembre running. Jon. I think about all the thinks that I have wanted to do and have not. Atonement. I think about being sober and drunk at the same time. Ultraviolence. I think about the time Bruce hit me with a pool cue. T.S. Elliot. What do I think about? I think in gerenal, son." - Matt webster - the 1990 team's "captain, coach, and baghwan."

"frisbeeatarianism - the belief that when you die, your soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck" - Some stupid screen saver.

"Mintz is a pussey" - Orin or maybe Anton . . . Who knows?

"I don't need to be any better at frisbee" - Ross

"When a ball dreams, it dreams it's a frisbee..." - Stancil Johnson (I don't know who he is)

"Ultimate is the high-tech community's version of golf" - Forbes Magazine

"For some reason, frisbee is much more enjoyable in extreme conditions. Whether it is sweating buckets in 104 degrees weather, or trying to feel your hands in -8 degree weather [plus windchill]. It could be stripping off your shirt at high noon of August, or stripping off your shirt around 4:30, in the middle of January. It might be so windy the frisbee gets whipped back the opposite way you threw it. It might be muddy enugh to flip you over and spin you around when you dive, or 9000 feet above sea level where you are out of breath in 5 minutes. One of my favorites is playing at 7 in the morning in dew wet enough to send you skidding 6 feet, when you're not careful. It could be playing on a 100 yard field with only two person teams, or the ground could be frozen enough to be black top. I've never regretted a frisbee game, ever." - Dan Jobbins (Memoirs of an Enforcer)

"He's my man." - Ross

Let's call this game on account of shitiness" - Dan Jobbins

"It wasn't a bad throw, my fingers just fucked up." - Ibra Ake

"That's not how you deal with a player like him! First you kick his shins so he falls, and then you keep kicking until he's dead!" - Ross at the 2000 WWP game from the sidelines

"Too much pain to deal with. Can't stay... awake... or is it breathing, yes breathing hurts. Ultimate Frisbee today was like playing school frisbee on crack. Blinking resulted in death. Im bleeding, I have tape all over my fingers which refuses to come off, and the heat stroke is making me forget the rest of the complaints. All in all it was worth it, life is better when its compressed into 1 hour and a 120 x 40 field."
-Brian Mackus, Edison High School, after returning from the Dirty Discing Tournament
 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, maaaahhhhhhhh, shannnaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!"- Ross at the 2001 alumni
game

"Guys, guys!" - Dan Jobbins

"Yeah, I was aiming." - Lee Ellis at the 2001 West Windsor Game

"Are you mocking me Bitch!?!?" - Krazy Karl of West Windsor at the 2001 West Windsor Game

"We'll be having a pick-up game tomorrow at 3 o'clock" - Dan
"um, home or away?" -Duce

"I mean, frisbee is not an established sport like soccer. Every generation has to fight to keep it alive, and not until you get out of college and into the club team scene is it a given. High shcool frisbee is always a battle for respect and membership. If we give up, it will collapse. We are but a microcosm of the greater frisbee phenomenon, and being as we are the youngest segment of the movement, the entire thing relies on us to provide people a way to keep playing. If Juniors Ultimate crumbles all of ultimate will be dead within 10 or 20 years" - Dan J. explaining the importance of Juniors Ultimate in his own, recently-edited words.

"Frisbee is like Ying's personal life, he's always open but no one ever hits him." -Ying Wang

"Cash Money Ho's!" -Dan
"I have a cousin named ho" -Ying

"It's the Jews versus the Asians, a battle to see who controls America's financial future" - Ying at the 2002 League JPS game