Tuesday, December 6, 2011

5 months until Regionals

The Fall of 2011 curtain has dropped on Illinois Ultimate, and the moment leaves me at a loss for words. As I was going through the phases of an Illinois Ultimate Fall for the last time, I would constantly wander back to my days as a rookie. It feels like yesterday that I couldn't throw a forehand, or was getting blown away by every team at No Wisconsequences. When I add up all the events that have transpired since my first month of college, everything falls back into perspective and I'm reminded of how far I have come.

Specifically reflecting on this fall, there is a ton that will stick with me.

The most important thing is that our rookies are nasty. Fall 2010 provided us with 4 very special rookies, and during the Fall of 2011 26 ballas graced our practices with their presence. Their attendance has been way above average for a class of rookies, and I'm pretty sure that four years from now they will be stunting through Nationals.

More imminently is the final push of the class of 2012. Four years ago the captains (Denis and Phenom) sent an email to the listserv trying to pump us younguns up and get us excited to come to practice more. In that email they said, "Four years from now you guys are going to be sick." Since day one I feel like we have had high expectations of ourselves. In 2010 there were whispers about how nasty 2012 was going to be. Our rookie class had two starters on the A-team, and an All-Region Freshmen of the year. It didn't take a genius to add two studs and the Roman Legion that was our rookie class and predict a sweet finale. Now here we are about to begin writing our final chapter together and I could not be more excited.

Our D-Line longs are as athletic and deep as ever. Sometimes when I toy around with play time depth charts I convince myself that our D-Line longs could be terrorizing offenses with up to 9 guys getting significant play time. An important note needs to be made on this statement. When Illini Basketball brags about having 7 people come off its' bench, it's usually because they all stink and they don't have a guy to go to, when Bruns brags about his sick D-Line longs it's because they can all go out there and get a D.

The D-Line handlers are almost as hungry as they were in 2010. Realistically, it is impossible to find an individual hungrier to play every single point than Kurt Zoellick. This year we might come close. When we get down we have a pair of seabiscuits at D-Line handler who are going to keep working and keep our sidelines energized by trying to make plays. Colin and Gibby have both put the team on their backs at different points this fall and it makes me very optimistic that they got the meddle to drive some clutch comebacks this spring.

There are two all-Region locks at O-Line handler. As long as those two don't put their tails between their legs when we are in the red zone, magical things could happen.

Our O-Line long unit is suffering the most from graduations. This definitely hurt and will continue to be tough to bounce back from, but we have enough motivated individuals to get better. Right now we are much worse throwers and worse at getting open, but something tells me that our defense on turns will be fine. There is tons of work to be done here, and four weeks at home is usually enough time for people to search their pain cave for their spirit animal, realize it isn't there, and then step back out into the light and have an epiphany.

Going forward from here, a few things are evident. First, our conditioning is so far from where it needs to be.

Second, our rate of injuries needs to decrease and under no circumstances should it increase. Injuries are always stupid, and injuries in the early part of the season absolutely kill us. Winter break needs to be used to keep lifting and keep stretching.

Lastly everyone needs to keep in mind that we have accomplished absolutely nothing yet. There are a handful of people that walk around with some unearned swag. We have not done anything on the ultimate field to earn that swag, and why we are wearing it so proudly escapes me. After break we have 3 months of work before we even have a chance of earning that swag. Always remember that not only teams but individuals, are only defined by Regionals and Nationals.

Bruns

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

First A-team tourney

Ultimate has only provided me with 3 sleepless nights. One of them was the night before my first A-team tournament, and in my defense the lineup at Border Brawl '09 was amazing. It was an 8 team tournament and you were guaranteed to compete against every team.

The Schedule was:
Iowa
Luther
Kansas
Colorado
CUT
Wisconsin
Minnesota

7/8 of these teams ended up making it to Nationals. Extremely similar competition to what we get to face at MLC.

As a sophomore I had big dreams of some day being one of Illinois' 'guys'. Making the team as a Sophomore would go a long way in getting me to a sweet spot on the depth chart.

I had my nervs pretty well contained until I got in the car Friday afternoon. It is a seven hour drive to Kansas City, and my car was full of a bunch of returners to the team who knew they had spots and the topic of discussion was how well they thought the team could do that year. The conversation forced me to think about just how badly I wanted to be apart of a team that competes for Nationals.

When we got to Mark's lovely abode in Kansas City, I grabbed my sleeping bag and searched for a place to sleep. I spent the first hour just laying, staring and psyching myself out. Everything I knew about the teams we were playing terrified me, and nothing about my skills comforted me. Beyond the anticipation of playing a couple teams that have recently won National Championships, was the everlasting desire to not let down my teammates. I fretted about potentially seeing the disappointed looks in their eyes after I got beat down for an entire point.

These thoughts poisoned my mind until Adam Wright started snoring, and once that happened there was no way I would get any sleep that night.

When morning finally came, it dawned on me that the only thing I could control was how much effort I put into every single point. In hindsight, that was the only thing that mattered.