in the end

got to play some ultimate yesterday, but more importantly, was brutally reminded how much i hate the f-in city.

went into boston with plans to have me dropped off and then the girl would go to her own practice and come back when she was done.

couldn't find the fields. we spent 1 1/2 hours just driving around, lost as fuck. it was infuriating. she ended up missing her practice and i was late by 1/2 hour. at least i got to play.

didn't warm up at all, felt quick though. first throw i made was a callahan. good start. got open when cutting quite often. got open deep quite a bit, didn't get the throw too much. that's allright, i got to sprint and play d. legs felt a little weak, probably due to not eating a lot and not stretching/warming up. but, i get to play again on friday. warm-up a little more, make sure i know where the f i am going.

track workout today.

stoke the fire, get yourself angry.

who are they going to pick? don't give them a choice, make it seem crazy to not take you. make yourself the player you want to be.