Thanksgiving in Yellowstone. 5 days, 28 hours in a car, 50 plus miles of skiing, a 24 hour vomitorium of a flu virus (keeping me off the trails for a day), and free beer night. And for some reason, AJ is stumping to keep me on ultimate talk, check out his site...

Why does anyone expect the content of my blog posts to have any more to do with frisbee than my rsd posts? OK. Here it goes. I took a mini disc, and played a little catch in the parking garage while waiting my turn to wax skis... but WAIT there is more.

Saturday was the first tournament of the new year for the Summit Storm. Kids lost the first one in a squeaker 8-7, lost 9-5 (ish), then got on track (un tracked?, neither ever maid more sense than the other to me) for a 10-7, 11-1 finish. Yeah storm. The teams we played were valley kids finishing up a 2 month season of frisbee, this was our 5th 'official' practice. Looking good, Billy Ray. Drove back from Eugene, and got up at 4:30 the next day for the drive to West Yellowstone... Unbelievably good training, physically exhausted, whew. Glad to be back. 2-0 in scrabble while there.

What? You want MORE ultimate talk. I'm going out in 40 minutes to play some ultimate w/ the kids (I would say, JUST ULTIMATE), but apparently, grown ups don't play when its warm.

And sunny.

But nonetheless snowing like mad in the mountains 15 miles to the west. Go Snow.

Hmm. More frisbee talk? This week, weather permitting, practices will focus on 'tournament relevant' throwing (no, really, step WAY out, and yes, pivot, that means pivot), which they all understand better now. Also, we played 'dutch' drill (3v3 in an endzone sized field, 10 complete passes = 1 point, stall count 5) last week, but all off hand. Billy would be so proud.

Enough frisbee talk. Back to ski talk. This season, 1 broken pole, 2 new skis... more skis to come... let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...