"Kitt, get rid of the target on your chest."
Blog Yeah, kitt finished writing this at 08:49 on 3 October 200510-12
11-12
12-12
13-12
14-12
We won. We were in the game to go to Nationals. The game to go. Against Flycoons, who we had lost to yesterday, but knew we could beat. They had a second round bye, and so had played only two games at this point to our three. We knew somewhat how they played (throw short to their men, waiting for the huck to their women to open up). We knew wanted to win. We went up 5-0 before they scored their first point. I was completely clobbered by a woman in the third point when she turned to cut deep, right into me. We full-body collided and I went flying end over end backward. I didn't think it was a foul, and said as much, but it hurt. They brought it back to 5-4, and threw a zone defense on the next point. I was popping, which means I needed to run into the cup to reset the count and pop the disc through. Having worked their men a couple times through the cup, I went in again and somehow knew there was a defender coming up behind me on a particular throw. The men on Flycoons are 6'5" giants. I'm not kidding. I think five of their players are over 6'4", with probably 9 guys over 6'. So, seeing the shadow of a large player coming from behind is scary when you're a 120 pound woman. I went agressively to the disc, caught it decisively, and then closed my eyes. I was tackled from behind by the defender coming aggressively to the disc, but had to come through me to go there. He landed on my left leg in a contorted way. I had white pain shooting up my leg, and, in a terribly embarrassing moment, began screaming obscenities at the top of my lungs. I later apologized to the guy for screaming curse words at him. I wanted to hide my face. Turns out, it was a bone bruise on the shin. Coupled with the charlie-horse on my other leg's thigh, and I was in bad shape. Linda walked over to me and told me, "Kitt, get rid of that target on your chest. What's up with your getting clobbered? I don't know anyone else who gets hit more often than you." Yeah. Evetually, they went up 7-6. We took half at 8-7, then continued to 10-7. They responded going up 10-11. We won 12-11, on a strange injury call. We're going to the Show!
Waking up for Regionals 2005, day 2
Blog kitt decided around 08:33 on 2 October 2005 to publish this:Sunday morning.
Still not enough sleep.
Still tired. Still sore.
We have the long road to the game to go, but not an impossible one. Our first game today is against Psychic Friends Network, whom we've played before at Cramp-Up in Ashland. We played them with our B roster, and had indeed lost to them.
After PFN, we'll have to play three from the set of Red Fish, Blue Fish, Persuader, Whoreshack, Beer Run, Wagon, and Flycoons.
And win each of them.
Wrong track
Blog Written with a loving hand by kitt some time around 20:21 on 1 October 2005We lost our last two games today. The third game of the day was our first loss. The team played scared, so I'm actually unsurprised we lost. Disappointed, sure. Surprised, no.
But the fourth game we had the potential to win. We started off flat footed, going down 2-8 at the half.
At which point, the whole WTF thing happened, and we started playing like the team we know we can be.
We brought the score back to 11-12, game to 13, time cap on.
We lost.
It was a crazy ride. One I'm happy to have taken, I just wish the end took the right track at the switch, instead of the left switch.
Time to declare
Blog Posted by kitt at 09:04 on 1 October 2005Morning of Regionals (full name: The Ultimate Player's Association Club Championships Series Mixed Division Northwest Regional Tournament), and my stomach is a fit of knots. I'm not prepared at all, and I hate to go to just about anything unprepared. Maybe a surprise birthday party, but the only one of those I've ever had wasn't exactly a surprise (I clued in a bit before the actual surprise when no one would go first in the apartment - it was a good try though).
If I had prepared properly for this tournament, I would thrown at least 200 throws a day for the last six weeks. I would have gone for three mile runs twice a week, sprint drills twice a week, plyometrics twice a week, practice twice a week, weight lifting three time a week, stretching every day, and abs every day but game days.
Didn't happen.
I think I would have been happy with just the running part of it all.
Sigh.
Here's what I'm keeping in mind, though, in spite of my stomach, my nerves, and my certainty:
No one, and I mean no one, goes into an athletic performance at 100%. No one.There is always something. The top professional athletes have injuries, major and minor, but as paid entertainers, they have support to minimize the effects of the injuries. The same is true for the weekend warrior, minus the full support crew, and the players today. Each and every one of them is not at 100%. Each and every one of them has some issue that will adversely affect her athletic performance today. Even if everything is in place and rockin' physically, the mental game is another matter entirely, and the perfect place for exploitation on the field. My opponent has no idea of my weaknesses, and I have no intention of showing them to her. One strong play, and I'll be in her head. Nothing will stop me from being open all. day. long. Time to declare.
Game On.
Blog Posted by kitt at 07:00 on 1 October 2005Morning of Regionals. Too many last minute errands. Not enough sleep.
Game on.