Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Other Games

For Sunday of Centex, we were lucky enough to be re-relocated to the original fields. As expected, these were much nicer than the ones in San Antonio, and were not oriented straight upwind-downwind.

As a reward for winning our pool on Saturday, we were treated to a first round (prequarters) matchup against Colorado. Lucky us. In reality, playing Colorado is never a bad thing in my book, especially after a game against Florida. They're competitive and fiery, but rarely to a fault. We always learn a lot playing them, even if we haven't recorded a W in the last couple years. The crosswind in this game came out strong but steady. It didn't do much except scare us away from attempting breaks upwind. Colorado was similarly intimidated. All through the game they threw wide, floaty, around breaks that receivers could run on to. As much as we talked about it, our marks really never adjusted. Colorado capitalized, winning 9-6 in soft cap.

This unlucky draw dropped us immediately to the 9th place bracket, where Western Washington was waiting. After a good-natured game with Colorado, Nate Castine and crew caught us off guard. Every stoppage of play initiated some sort of one-sided yelling match by any of the key players on Dirt. One particular argument involved a rule which I believed was relatively well-known. I decided to bring up the particular infraction to their captain, which sparked an immediate and furious response. Apparently I've never played ultimate before, and I should go talk to an observer about how stupid I am. Anyway, here's the rule that I believed any self-respecting ultimate player (especially one on Sockeye) would know:

XIV.B.2 Double-team: If a defensive player other than the marker is within three meters of any pivot of the thrower without also being within three meters of and guarding (II.G) another offensive player, it is a double team.
II.G Guarding: A defender is guarding an offensive player when they are within three meters of that offensive player and are reacting to that offensive player.

Not all was lost when I stopped trying to argue this point - they stopped trying to crush the thrower whenever we crashed the cup. The story of this game was their throwers. They were clearly ready for the conditions, and really showed us that our marks were relying too much on the wind. Their cup was also one of the best we saw that weekend. Final score: Western Washington over Illinois 11-7.

We had been unsure of the possibility of consolation games extending past our loss to Colorado in the morning, so we met with the NC State captains and agreed on a game to 9. The field that this was played on happened to be mostly shielded from the wind by a large building. This proved to make the game a lot more fun, and probably skew the odds in our favor. NC State played some zone and some man - neither of which having much effect. Our longs finally got the chance to stretch their legs in this game. Everyone looked pretty fresh, and we were able to open up the lines after a couple breaks in the first half. NC State seemed to be stuck in the "punt it down the field" mentality necessary on some of the other fields. Our O-line was much more content with hitting longs on in cuts and tossing the disc over their cup. Final score: Illinois over NC State 9-7.

Hoping for another short game, Walden played diplomat to the CUT crew lined up for our next game. They weren't buying, and insisted on playing a full game to 13. With Phelan and several of our longs down for the count, lines were opened up in this game for a different reason. We were tired, and had mentally checked out before the game even started. I'm sure some people were already itching to jump in the car for PCB. We were out-matched and out-enthused. Carleton rolls Illinois 13-3 to end the weekend.

Lucky for me, I made plans which did not involve driving back to Champaign. Kurt, Mark, and Bruns dropped me off at my nice cozy hotel in Dallas where I slept like a baby until my flight the next morning. Like a very sore, slightly sunburnt baby with a bad knee. If you were curious, flying back from Centex is the only way to go.

Austin

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Alright You Bunch of Whiners

If you're all going to complain about no blog posts for the entirety of spring break, I guess I can find some time in my otherwise packed schedule to sit down for a minute. I'll have you know that you're interrupting my totally rewarding task of cleaning the gutters. Whoo spring break whoo!

I didn't write anything about Vegas for good reason. The tournament didn't happen. Maybe I jinxed it, or maybe Cultimate is completely incompetent at handling inclement weather. I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.

I don't have a good excuse for not writing after Mardi Gras. Synopsis: Standing water up to my shins capped by a layer of ice. We lose to Tennessee, and I consider quitting ultimate until we beat Notre Dame. Due to Saturday craziness, we end up being the strong favorite on our side of the bracket (next to Iowa State). Get blown out by jacked up Wisconsin team in finals. On to Centex!

Continuing the tradition of rain before/during Cultimate tournaments, Friday night / Saturday morning was marked by thunderstorms and heavy rain. For those of us trying to catch an hour of sleep in the car at the fields, this was less than helpful. The tournament is eventually pushed back and relocated to San Antonio for the day. This was an hour and 45 minutes from our hotel, and games did not start till 2 as a result. Upon arrival, we were greeted with 20-30 mph winds and temperatures in the low 40s. (Sidenote: I know I shouldn't complain about the weather when Chicago Invite went the way it did, but I will anyway.) The fields were oriented almost completely straight upwind - downwind, so winning the flip was vital.

First up was UCLA Smaug. We won the flip, and proceeded to score downwind until it was over. The O-line threw the disc away a lot in this game just trying to figure out how to manage the gusts. UCLA ever mount much of a successful attempt to work it upwind. They tried starting the disc off with their "backhand guy" who would fake backhand over and over until attempting to jack a backhand to the breakside. As you can imagine, there were lots of handblocks in this game. In fact, I stopped a huck with a faceblock. Final score: 7 - 6 Illinois.

Second round bye because Kansas bitched out.

Warmups before the third round had a dark cloud over them. Those of us who have been in the program for a few years know that playing Florida is not only extremely unpleasant, it is downright dangerous. Without observers, and with the active coaching of Cyle, Florida ultimate approached an all-time low. The wind had picked up at this point, and Florida had just lost to UCLA via flip. What this meant to us, is that we needed to win the flip to avoid the possibility of a 3-way tie all with zero point diff. (Everybody winning or losing their game by 1, and Kansas forfeiting all rounds.) With this outcome, I'm pretty sure that pool placement is decided by roshambo. Yikes. Anyway, Florida chose wrong, so we won the flip. Our D-line scored upwind against them early in the game, due to some Zubair-esque treatment of the cup by Smith and Kurt. This point was capped off by a McKinley assist to Kevin Bruns for the punch spike, which was promptly called back on a travel. This lead to the opportunity for an immediate McKinley - Bruns pass for the elbow spike onto a helpless (but oh-so-deserving) Florida defender. Since our O-line was also broken, the W in this game can be attributed soley to the D-line. Thanks guys. Lowlights: Cole Sullivan. Cole running by the mark and taking the disc out of Walden's hands. Cole tackling Sid from behind on an in-cut then contesting the foul. Cole hip-checking Kurt as he tries to crash the cup. Cole pushing Smith out of bounds within the first few stall counts against the cup. Cole knocking Walden to the ground during the game winning pass, then arguing that the foul was before the throw. None of the good guys were hurt during this game, but I still hope that the state of Florida disappears into the ocean. ...After our spring-breakers return. Final score: 9-8 Illinois.

First day of Centex? Check. I'll be back to write up the rest sometime before tomorrow night, and that's for real real.

Austin