Long time no speak

Hello World. Its been a while like hasn't it? I've been meaning to blog for a very long time but never got round to it as usual. I've probably played at least 10 tournaments since my last blog - I feel like such an Ultimate whore and it feels so good!

Where to start? I guess I'll leave out all the Queens tournaments I played in because I plan to write a history of Queens Ultimate thus far (being the only person whose still playing for Queens since inception (had to get that in somewhere)).

I played CUBE (Caledonian Ultimate Beach Event) as a pick-up for Marco's team in April. This was my first beach tournament. I don't really know how I got myself into this, but then I don't really know how I got into Ultimate in the first place. My main memories are the fun boat journeys with Marco, terrible weather, partying hard in an Aberdeen club on the first night, not partying the second night at the Ceilidh (Scottish dance thing), playing loads of disc golf, meeting new people and winning my first tournament. I was the worst player in the best team, playing with players with years more experience than me but don't think I stuck out like a sore thumb too much.

May was a good month in that I was unanimously voted as Queens Captain for my final year at uni. I remember feeling pretty unsure about it and thinking I wasn't really ready for it. I suddenly realised the huge task Alan had taken on that year and was shit scared of failure - not just on the field, but at bringing in new freshers, and coaching. I felt like a small piece of Belfast Ultimate was now on my shoulders. The new committee of Linter the Captain, Ben the Treasurer and Poody the Secretary was born and the plans for the new next season got under way.

June which was a pretty shit month for me after breaking up with my girlfriend of 4 years, and less importantly the Summer League was shit.  I wanted to be at Tour so bad, it was a HUGE failing of BUG that we weren't at any tournaments overs May/June/July/August. I just hope we get next year sorted. Its pointless training for nothing, that's what it felt like. You need to have a tournament that isn't more than 6-8 weeks away in my opinion to train for to make it feel worthwhile. I didn't realise at the time how retarded this was but it was better than nothing I suppose.

The blog was going to end here but I just looked back at my Google Calendar there and saw I missed out the CHASE Getaway! We went camping for the weekend in Portstewart. The first night we went to the Atlantic Bar which had live music, it was pretty tame but the craic was mighty. The next day we went to the beach on one of the hottest days of the year and played some Ultimate - sooooo good. We went to the Anchor that night, followed by Shenanigans. My memories of that night are few and far between but I remember dancing on the stage with a crowd from a hen party and pouring Greamers bottle of Lemon Fanta over Windy for no reason. Kudos to John for buying cigars and then forcing me to drink more when we got back to the tents.I fucking love you boys!

The next few months got a hell of lot better, but I'll keep this to a blog and not an essay (Nuncle take note).

Hmmm this blog seems kind of shit I might edit it a bit.