Thoughts.

Game 5: vs. Williams
We came out with our zone gellin’, and in the high wind (the game had a decided upwind-downwind dynamic to it) WUFO had difficulty responding. As a team that loves to put it up deep and really play for the jump disc (or take the opportunities to make hucks that are run discs if those are there), relying on their athletes, forcing them to mull around and beat a zone, particularly in windy weather where simply trying to make a play deep is more problematic, was decidedly outside of their comfort zone. We opened up a fairly large lead and never really looked back, eventually shifting out of our primary zone set when we had a comfortable lead and continuing to generate turns by virtue of hard work in our man and secondary zone sets. We won this one 15-6, a great start to the day.

Game 6: vs. Ohio State
A really solid team, overall. We threw our zone with some success in this game as well, though we definitely wound up shifting more towards man as they worked it out (memory’s a little fuzzy here–this is what happens when I put off recaps for a couple weeks due to a start-of-term project). There was a LOT of tension in this game, tempers flared. At one point the game was maybe 11-9, 11-10 us and we thought hard cap was on–we scored the presumed extra point, shook hands, etc, apparently having agreed with OSU’s “coach” on the cap whilst the captains presumed we had a couple extra points to play–lots of dispute and some angry words between players later and we agreed to play to 14. Yours truly kept his composure of course; our very next point I was in on D and we forced a high stall count pass, a swing across the field…the disc carried out of bounds and one of our players caught it on the sideline as an OSU player was sprinting up, and, insisting that he had a legitimate shot at throwing a greatest (more heated exchange, debate on the trajectory of the disc, where it would’ve landed and where he would’ve needed to go, etc), we sent the disc back. I was covering their primary dump, who had been clearing out at a high stall when the aforementioned bailout was thrown. Having followed the disc, I was now behind him relative to the disc’s position on the other sideline, but rather than giving a “hey, I think we were here” bit and re-establishing my position, I figured, eh, I’ll start behind him and sprint past if the throw goes up. Sure enough, disc in, the throw goes up and I get the layout D on the line, getting our heads back in the game and out of the call as we convert the break and capitalize on the next point as well to end with authority, 14-10, rather than simply stemming the tide of an OSU comeback after our early lead.

This was also the game where, when going up for a disc in the endzone, I got hit from behind on my way up (I think Graham was behind me?) and flung upwards into the air. There’s a picture out there somewhere–I was flung upwards and forwards, feet first, essentially going from jumping to make a play to riding down a slide away from the disc as 4ish other guys are making a play some 5 feet away. I came down pretty hard–I hung a lot longer then I’m used to, but fortunately I’m fairly used to landing from great height at this point–and landed pretty squarely on my ass, also catching myself with my left wrist. Had I been flung more forcefully I’m pretty sure I could’ve broken it–instead I wound up merely sore for the rest of the day. Southerns Injury Count: 4

Game 7: Vs. University of North Carolina, Wilmington
If the OSU game was tense, then this game was simultaneously tighter and looser–UNCW gave us a hell of a game, with both teams battling back and forth throughout, but despite their reputation (and the attitude of several of our players in the previous game) we came into this game calmer and more prepared to defuse tension, and so wound up keeping our composure and minimizing the volume of heat exchanged.

Like I said, this was a tight game–we had moved to different fields at this point, and the wind had subsided a bit in addition to now being a crosswind instead of upwind/downwind, so man defense won the day. Our handler D set us apart from UNCW, as the relative ease with which we got our resets contrasted strongly with several of the tense situations we forced them into (and capitalized upon). We battled and were up, 12-11, before UNCW scored to force universe. We marched it up the field before a cross-field strike to Bonesaw in the endzone sealed our win and punched our ticket to the finals (!).

This game’s injury, the fifth and most serious of the weekend, saw me getting taken out by a UNCW player. Dominant cutter-type, pretty athletic build–and apparently pretty heavy, as lil’ ol’ 135-lb me was floored upon impact. I was sprinting for a swing as the disc was in the air. He was apparently just standing there (I didn’t see him at all, I was looking at the disc after all). I called a foul. He (and a couple teammates) protested on a couple counts, at one point trying to tell me that I wasn’t going to be able to make a play on the disc (had the discussion dragged on much longer, I would’ve been 50:50 on dropping a “my top speed is higher” line for the second consecutive spring break), but I stuck to the argument that:
a) a foul is any contact that affects continued play (getting floored would constitute an effect on continued play)
b) if the foul affects the play on the disc, then the disc either goes to the fouled (in a circumstance where the catch would’ve clearly occurred sans foul) or goes back to the thrower (in circumstances where the result is unclear. Rules Blog, go!). Ergo (“Ergo! I don’t know what that means, I go to a state school!” -one/several? UNCW players, as reported by sidelines) foul, disc goes back since they contested.

I don’t know if we scored or not, but I didn’t play the rest of the game (I did finish the point though). I was worried for a while that I might have dislocated or subluxated my shoulder. At any rate, I was icing after the game’s end and still icing as we began our game against Tufts in the finals. Southerns Injury Count: 5

Game 8: vs Tufts
Of course. Of course we travel all the way to Statesboro, GA, and play not one, but both of our regional rivals also at the same tourney. The Northeast is back on the rise, if the presence of two NE teams in the finals is any indication.

We went down early. It was pretty apparent from the get-go that both teams were fairly tired from their earlier games. Tufts has a good system, but they definitely still had some work to do when we saw them. We had a lot of miscue/misexecution turns that they capitalized on early, but they had their fair share of throwaways too–several of which were predicated in the late-game by their poor resets (combined with the way we play dump defense, they really didn’t have much there). I was watching from the side all first half as we went down (score was…8-5? going into half? 7-4 or something perhaps?), but after a brief chitchat with the tourney’s trainer (“Yeah, it’s a muscular thing. If you had a dislocation you wouldn’t let me come close to doing this with your arm. It’s tough with the way you throw the frisbee, but if you can deal with the pain you’re OK to play”) I jumped back in. I can’t authoritatively say that I helped–I promptly threw away two backhands thanks to my shoulder (localized to the deltoid, I had trouble with placement and touch on the long backhands) and a third turn besides, but I CAN authoritatively say that I threw the winning goal, a short scoober to a wide-open Carson in the endzone.

All in all, a very good tournament for us. We kept our focus high throughout, kept our energy up, and overcame several challenges on Sunday, most notably dealing with the tension between us and OSU and being down to Tufts in the finals. A great way to cap off our spring break, and a nice dose of confidence heading into the spring season.