To know how this weekend's tournament went in sunny Salisbury, Maryland, read about my frustration in my last blog. Multiply it by ten.
Saturday: With thunderstorms in the forecast, the directors try to dodge a bullet by pushing back the start time of the tournament to about noon rather than 8:30. As a result, from 8 until 11, it is 65 degrees with a slight breeze. At 11 it gets dark, and the wind picks up. At 11:30, the wind is about 30 MPH (a reminder for those of you not familiar with ultimate frisbee: a large portion of the game revolves around steering a 175 gram piece of plastic around a field in the air). It is dark. By 12:30, it is pouring, only sideways from the 30 MPH wind. By 1 or so, the tournament is cancelled for the rest of the day. By 2:30, it is completely sunny again, and still 65.
Sunday: A nice clear day for ultimate! No cancellations today! Which, it turns out, is unfortunate, for not only is the wind still 30 MPH, but the temperature has dropped from the day before's 65 to 35. In addition, due to some selfishness, some misunderstanding, some selflessness and some mismanagement, one of our best players (who is especially good at playing in the wind) plays all day with the B team. We consequentially get crushed in our first two games.
This is the second year in a row Salisbury has made me hate ultimate frisbee. Last year, we (Messiah) played there two weeks in a row... for Huck of the Irish (in which we beat Towson 13-0) and Atlantis. We struggled through Huck of the Irish and got third. We tanked at Altantis, got back to PA and none of us touched a disc for a week. The place is an absolute hell hole for ultimate.
Guess where our sectionals are scheduled to be? The biggest tournament of our season?
I hate Salisbury. And I am starting to despise Towson as well.
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