For the Love of the Game

At practice today, there were only ten Valpo kids playing frisbee at Eastgate. While we were scrimmaging, I layed out for a disc, landed wrong, and did something not great to my left shoulder. I couldn't really move it for about a minute, then I think something popped back into place, and it was fine (for the most part). Over the past three years, I have gotten more injuries from playing Frisbee than I did with ten years of soccer (the first couple of years of soccer don't really count since I was only seven). But throughout the last few years, I have pulled my hamstring, butt muscle, bruised up my legs, hurt my shoulders and of course the scratches from laying-out, but it is all worth it. Some days, I wonder why I got involved in this game, and the very next day I remember because it is such a wonderful game, where all are welcomed. I get to play this sport past college, there is a real community feel all over the world. Ultimate people are like no other people I have met, they are wonderful and easy going, you can't really be a jerk and play ultimate. Yes, some people are not great spirited, but over the whole sport, it is phenomenal.