Pup Rules the Spring Tournament

Last year at this time, I wrote about my first ever tournament win playing ultimate. It took over 15 years to taste that victory. I’m very happy to report, it only took 1 year to repeat that sweet taste.

My Ultimate team, Foxy Brown, won the Spring League Tournament this weekend!!!!!

Unlike last year where we had to climb from the bottom of the league, we were ranked 3rd coming into the tournament. I must say, our team was pretty stacked.

We won our first 3 games relatively easy. Going into the semi-finals, we had our first tough game. For the first time that day, we were down during the beginning of the game. We picked up the pace and the other team just couldn’t handle the speed or the defense that we were throwing at them.

After 4 games, I was pretty exhausted, but the championship game was left. There’s no slowing down for that. I did a quick pick me up that consisted of red bull and some shots of vodka and beer and I was fired up and ready to go.

Once again, ‘Cowbells’ was in the finals just like last year. We had defeated the #2 team in the semifinals and now we face the #1 team in the league. These guys were tall, fast, and had no weak links on their roster. We have 5 very good guys on our team and they played most of the game. I was very proud that when they did substitute they called me in to play. I was the 6th man! Very exciting if you knew who the other 5 guys are and that there were others on the team that I thought were better that didn't play at all in this game.

I wish I can play at this level and intensity all the time. I generally know where I should go, but my body doesn’t always listen. This time though, I was running around like a mad man. My throws were good and solid. I was gettin into the open areas. No mistakes would be made from me to let the team down.

It was a very exciting game for the fans. There were a lot of good scores. In the end after a very long point, we scored the final point. The championship was ours!!!

On to Summer League. I’m sure as Karma would have it, I’ll be on a sucky team.

I may not know where I’m going, but at least I still know where home is

Let’s just for a second, pretend that I’m not too old for this.

Friday night, there was a show at one of my favorite venues with one of my favorite DJ spinning. The venue was great because unlike a club, it’s a concert venue so it’s quite large. I hate going to clubs because it’s always so awfully crowded. No room to dance makes Pup an angry Pup.

I gathered a crew together. T, many of you know from this blog, and a new person B. During my hay days, it was always a crew of 3. It works well that way. 3 can take care of each other easily. Small enough to be mobile, and big enough to form a semi-circle.

T and B are both pretty experienced in these things so it wasn’t difficult talking about some basic guidelines about what to do (no, I’m not being anal, it’s just a pain to find each other without some type of plans for just in case).

None of us has gone to a show in a while, but you don’t forget.

When we first got to the show, it was a bit early. Being old, you tend to get to shows earlier I’ve noticed. Sad but true cause you never know when you’ll have to leave.

When we walked across the parking lot, there were very few cars and that’s never a good sign. Also not a good sign was the lack of a big bass beat. Anyone knows that any good show you can hear the bass from pretty damn far away.

We got in there, and there weren’t too many people as expected. We hung out for a while buying our time and getting our drinks on. Slowly but surly, the people and the music started getting better and better.

Yada Yada… the place is now packed and I was feeling very good.

I was getting my dance on, but being old and out of shape really does suck for dancing. I think I was doing ok though. Some of the moves were a bit rusty, but it had it going on. There weren’t any others out there dancing the same way as I was, so nothing to pick up, but I think I brought something to the table.

Towards the end of the show, The DJ turned things up. The beat was strong, the music was loud. I closed my eyes as some kid was giving me a light show. For the first time in a while, I didn’t have any stress or worries going on in my head. Not thinking about work, not thinking about other personal stuff going on.

Only one thought in my head.

I’m home.

Where am I going?

Since the 9th or maybe 10th grade, I’ve had everything planned out. I knew what I wanted and I had planned out exactly how I’d get there every step of the way. Not that everything went as planned, but for the most part I got there and I achieved all my goals except for one.

The thing is, the plans I laid out only went as far as my last birthday. I didn’t think I would need to plan after that for a number of reasons. Most of which, is that one goal that I didn’t meet. Meet that goal would set the catalyst for planning the next portion of the plans.

Now here I sit. After spending the weekend either working or getting blindingly drunk. Neither of which is what I want to do with my weekend, but nevertheless, is what I do nowadays. Well, that and clean. For those of you that know me, you know is this very unlike me. Strangely, cleaning has become my biggest source of relaxation nowadays. Sad I know.

Sidebar -

I was walking from a gas station on Friday. After a very rough week and spending all day with my worst client, I was not in a good place. Walking from the gas station, a seemingly homeless dude came up and asked me ‘dude, you doing al’right?’.

How bad must I’ve looked in my suit for a homeless dude to ask if I was ok? It was funny but at the same time a bit concerning. I must've been looking as bad as I've been feeling lately.

I’m in a place now where for the first time, I don’t know what I’m aiming for. I don’t have a goal anymore. This is a strange and scary place for me. The one goal that I’ve wanted to complete, the one goal that’s always been so important to me and that which all my other goals are driven by, I don’t have much faith that I can achieve it anymore.

For the first time in my life, I don’t have a desire to even try to achieve this first and seemingly such important of a goal. I simply just don’t care about it anymore and have lost the will to fight for it.

Now with that goal being on hold, and having achieving most of the bigger goals, I’m a bit at a loss.

What am I to do now? Where am I going now?

I hope I figure it out soon.

I'm not liking the person i'm becoming.