Oh man, OFUDG was great. The fact that it hurts to sit here and type this should attest to the greatness of this weekend. So let's see if I can sum up such intense awesomeness in three paragraphs (one for each day I was gone):


To begin, it's a 7-hour drive to Eugene, not the 5 hours I claimed in the last post. But we stopped at a teammate's parents' house in Olympia and they fed us. They fed us a lot: a 2'x2' pan of lasagna, ceasar salad, garlic and foccacia bread, 2 cases of TK (rootbeer and variety), and amazing brownies to top it all off. It made sleeping on the floor that night almost bareable. So, I got 6 hours of sleep and then ran around in the fog from 8am until 5 pm on Saurday. Eugene must be a sister city to Brigadoon or something, because this fog and mist did not let up ALL weekend. Seriously. Day and night only meant medium grey or dark grey.


We didn't play our best on Saturday. I blame the fog and the fact that we were on a turf football field. If you've ever tried running on turf with soccer cleats, then you know the amount of strain it puts on your ankles and knees. Not to mention the fact that diving catches hurt a bit more because you don't slide. So we barely lost the first three games of the day (to BYU, Gonzaga, and Oregon State) but finally clicked in our offense against Chico (the one team we expected to lose to). After a large mexican dinner, we all went and watched the Showcase Game between Oregon and Oregon Alumni. It was fun to watch, but I was so tired and cold that I quickly lost interest. But then came the fun part.


The big event of OFUDG is the party. Every team showed up to this huge, 5-story house where they had a live funk band on one floor and a dance floor in the basement and too many kegs to count. There were seriously 300 people in this house. I decided to enjoy myself that night by dancing to the band rather than wait in huge lines for cheap, gross beer. Plus, I was going to be sleeping (only 6 hours again) on a floor that night and playing ultimate at 9 the next morning. Speaking of which, we turned our game on Sunday. We beat PLU (qualifying round), and then we beat Orgeon in the semifinals (the rocking team that played in Showcase), and then we lost to Whitman in the quarterfinals. But we were the first DIRT team to make the quarterfinals in something like four years! That alone was worth getting home at 11 last night.


So, great weekend, great ultimate, now I'm all frisbeed out. All I have to do now is take a Mass Media test tomorrow and I'll be set to come home to L-Town on Wednesday. I can already taste Thanksgiving dinner. I hope tryptophan (sp?) is good for relieving back pains...actually, entire-body-pains. I hurt.


My sign-off quote needs a little background info: OFUDG is also a themed tournament, meaning that teams can dress up if they want to. DIRT did business casual; bascially we all wore white button-ups, ties, slacks, and some even had suit jackets or vests. (I had a sweet brown corduroy vest.) Hands down, we were the best looking team.


PLU Player (jokingly): "You look more like a businessman than an ultimate player."
Me (seriously): "This is business."
[We then proceeded to show them how DIRT does Ultimate.]


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