Always throw inverted cring

Poker or ultimate?

Poker or advertising?

What to write a blog about? This is a question that has kept me up for at least 15 minutes.

So, since my man Bill Layden didn't step up to do this on his blog, I figured it is my duty. This will be dedicated to the top 100 ticker moments of all time.

Definition of "ticker"= stories from Billy/Worm/Flash's playing days, or just general SF days. There has been some serious ridiculousness over the years, and this seems like just the place to chronicle it.

I am accepting screenplay development offers. I mean, another part of Worm's life has already been made into a movie. So why not the senior years?

So. what story should I start the blog with is the next tough question? There are a ton, and this could take years. So, I will start with something simple.

How Flash made his way onto Double Happiness (the real story)
This clearly was one of the best moments of my frisbee career. It led to me having the opportunity to win a lot of tournaments. It led to some friendships I still have today. It even got me a spot on the best team in the country when I moved to Australia. "You called subs for DOUBLE?!?!?!?"

It has also opened the door for many amateur chappers to get their licks in. I mean, the likes of Kenny Lieserson and Josh Faust were even able to use this material. You know it is rich stuff when those guys are chiming in.

So, here is how it really went down. Sharpen your chapsticks.

I had moved to San Francisco in 1993. I had met Worm and Bill back in 1991 when I briefly visited Dilly and Ben with post-college dreams of moving out West. Over the next 2 years, I spent time hanging with those guys, as well as chapping them whenever I got the chance. I really thought I was hot shit on the frisbee field when I moved out there, having established myself as a go to guy on both sides of the ball for Philmore and then the original Philly Rage.

But Double was stacked those days. It was never a matter of talent with that team. So, even though I had been a college buddy of Dilly's, I couldn't even get a look. Combine this with the fact that I was working in restaurants and toiling away most weekends, and I decided to take some time off for ultimate rather than play for a second-rate team.

In summer of 1995, I finally changed careers and was afforded some more frisbee time. But that didn't happen until late summer, after I had returned home from Worlds in Streete, and been able to hang with a lot of the Double guys there.

They had picked up some out of towners that fall, Mike Glass etc., and so numbers for practice were super light. By August, most of the decent players were committed to teams, so there was no real practice fodder out there. I offered my services, and they were happy to kick my ass up and down the fields in Palo Alto and Santa Cruz.

I felt like I was playing ok, and it was good to be back. I decided to drive up to Sectionals at Davis in the morning with Billy and Worm, and see if I could pick up with a team.

So, we get there and Double has 8 guys. At sectionals. I tell Worm that if they need one, I am happy to help out for the tourney. He tells Biscuit, who shoots me a dubious look, but agrees to it out of desperation.

Well, we win the tournament, as we should. I don't do anything monumentally stupid, but I am not exactly a factor. I am just glad to be back out on the fields running around.

So, after this, I continue to practice with them, with no real dreams of anything else.

Fast-forward to Winter League sign up. Worm and I are getting suitably drunk on a weeknight, when Biscuit walks in. Shortly after he comes over, Worm says to him, "Dude, Flash is playing hardball. He is saying since his name is on the roster, he is going to Regionals."

Biscuit plays along, and grants me the right to Dilly Batch Sheets against Worm for a spot at Regionals. No promises after that.

Well, we take it outside. I throw Cring, and Worm doesn't even invert. All of the terms I have used in the past two lines are more fodder for a different post.

I win. I have my spot at Regionals, and subsequently on the team until it dies. It was definitely a point of contention for some other members of the squad (certainly with the non-drinkers), and likely has an effect on the team splitting 2 years later.