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Come play frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm and Saturday at 7 pm. (Moved from 8 to 7.)
Isaac
Come defeat the Master Control Program, er, play Ultimate Frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm and Saturday at 8 pm at Mill Run.
Isaac
P.S. Tron script obtained from
Are all of these things mere coincidences? I think not. I’ve worked out several very likely theories.
1. There’s a nest of Godzilla eggs below The City (never mind which city) which messing with power lines. They’re also psychically creating and sending electronic viruses throughout the internet. And Godzilla is the current head of the OSU Tech department. He’s not very good at it. His claws are too big to hit one key at a time and he keeps melting hardware with his fire breath.
2. Our dimension is in the middle of colliding with the one next door. Eddy’s in the space time continuum and he filled me in on the whole thing. Colliding dimensions do all kinds of screwy things. While they’re colliding, expect at any time to see dinosaurs rampaging through the streets, strange flowers growing out of your ceiling, or your chair talking to you. If the dimensions just bounce off each other, then all will be well shortly. If they get enough psychokinetic energy built up and they merge, we’re all in for some exciting water-cooler discussions for the next few centuries. If, through the proper alignment of universal torque and hyrdo-plasmic disturbances, an entirely new baby dimension is formed from parts of the original two, good luck to those of you stuck in that brave new world.
3. Sun spots.
4. You’re all playing an elaborate practical joke on me. Come on guys, it’s not funny any more. It’s not even April Fools Day. Would you get a life? Sure, haha, let’s go screw up Isaac’s life. It’ll be funny. Well, I’ve got news for you. Sometimes jokes hurt, alright? And... it.. *sob* ...it makes me feel all ugly inside. So happy words, okay? I need warm fuzzies, not cold pricklies.
Come play Frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm and Saturday at 8 pm at Mill Run.
Isaac
P.S. I kid you not, this computer crashed in the middle of my writing this e-mail. God bless Auto-Save.
At 4 am on Saturday morning, after already playing 6 hours of frisbee, you can really see what a person's made of. And there were plenty of outstanding frisbeers that night. There were some incredible moments during that 24-hour ordeal. I know I didn't manage to see everything (for instance from 3:30 to 5:30, when I was sleeping) but I'd like to make special note of those things that I did see.
Jared Heveron managed somehow to be the first and last person touching the frisbee. His picture-perfect kick-off to start the game and his wearied flail to end it show the difference a day can make. He also beat out his brother by 1 assist. Derek Dimitrovski showed he could make the effort to catch that hard td throw. Steve Gehlert proved that he could mercilessly rack up points against de-hydrated sleep-deprived opponents. Matt Bowersox, through some subtle trickery, always wound up open in the endzone. Alan Devries made it through 7 hours straight with only sore muscles and then managed to seriously sprain his ankle the next time he went in. Melanie Bynum was running around like she was fresh on Saturday. EJ Mann slid across his back in the endzone to catch a frisbee in a move that Russ called "too much effort." Russ Nagy showed off his frisbee expertise and played for a surprising number of hours after biking 30 miles earlier that morning. Dave Mann, the oldest person to play, made an excellent showing, beating out younger competitors such as Tom Peck and Ben Rule. Christina Riddle played for several hours when she really didn't want to. Dustin Heveron reached his goal of 12 hours playtime in the last hour of play. Madison Mikhail and Alissa Heveron win the prize for most recent converts, after learning to play frisbee right there.
In the end, the final score of Team A - 440 to Team B - 470 is not so much an indicator of who played better frisbee, but rather who kept better stats. Team A managed 440 touch downs and 336 assists. This means that for 94 touch downs, it was actually a Team B frisbeer who threw the pass. Team B managed a better ratio with 470 tds and 401 assists. All in all, I was quite proud of how even the teams were. You couldn't ask for a closer score than that. Unless you paid the statisticians. (Not going to happen, Claire.)
Important information:
If you left something at 24-hour frisbee and would like it back, I probably have it. E-mail me and we'll try to get it back to you. (There may be a finders fee.)
Stats for the game can be found on my website.
Come play Frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm and Saturday at 8 pm at Mill Run.
Isaac
Hm, imagine that. No, really.
A large circular object, the height of a man, but not proportioned properly. A circle about 5 feet in diameter, 6 inches thick. There are four knubs sticking out, two on the bottom which the whole contraption is resting on, one on each side just hanging limp. The face of the circle is actually a clock, with two giant eyes being the noticeable exception.
Then it moves. Bending over at what would presumably be the waist, it picks up off the ground a pencil. Then moving over to a conveniently placed easel, it begins to work. It starts by drawing long curving lines that seem to move around the canvas (yes, using a pencil on a canvas, get over it.) in a haphazard fashion. Then it draws a dark object near the middle; a hole perhaps? It begins to add shading, and the object begins to be more clear. Is that? No, that's too cheesy. Aw, it is. It's drawing an ear. Man, Isaac you've surpassed yourself this time.
Come play frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm at Mill Run.
Then... 24-hour frisbee! Friday 5pm to Saturday 5pm.
Isaac
Can frizbee go on? Is it possible even without our normal leaders?
I think it can. I just need like 7 other people to show up at 4 today
(Thursday). Come on.
Aaron
I know I'm not nearly as good a writer as Isaac, but come play anyway
1. Teaching can begin at approximately 2 1/2 to 4 months of age (this depends mainly on your trainee’s attention span...it may be the equivalent of a beetle bug at first). Begin by teaching your trainee to retrieve projectile objects, as he one day will with the Frisbee. Balls and other tossable toys are normally used, but large flat mushrooms, stale pancakes, or crispy kosher latkas can be employed to provide a more disc-like effect. However, whatever you decide to teach with, do NOT use sticks. The possibility of impaling a budding frisbeer is not worth the risk, not that early on. Remember we need to preserve as many frisbeers as we can!
2. It may be necessary during retrieval training to attach your trainee to a long line of rope or heavy twine depending on his size. This will ensure that he returns to you after retriving the object. Many trainees have a tendency to wander off on the field during training, losing themselves various Frisbee dreams. If he gets that glazed look in his eyes, gently tug the rope at first and see if he comes. If not, reel him in. Praise him when he comes to you. If he doesn’t, wind the rope snugly about his entire body, leaving only one protruding forearm, then make him play Frisbee mummy style.
3. Some people recommend using a frisbee as a food dish to familiarize your trainee with the disc. (I only tried this once and unfortunately dirtied several Frisbees. Plus, the knife cut nasty gashes in my good plastic Frisbees. Just keep knives away from all Frisbee trainees. Yes, training frisbeers with sharp objects are often menacing)
4. It is also suggested that you never give the frisbee to your trainee to play with on his own, as he will probably chew it up. I’ve seen trainees chew up many a frisbee in my day. BE SURE YOUR TRAINEE DOESN'T EAT PIECES OF FRISBEE. They are not too tasty but I understand some trainees are so inclined to chew, due to initial Excessive Frisbee Excitement Syndrome (or maybe it’s that rule #3).
5. Always use the word "Frisbee" in an excited tone so he will learn to associate the word with the fun of playing frisbee. Whenever he hears the word “Frisbee” he should be up, alert, and ready to play! Most trainees respond well to a falsetto exclamation, a low beastly growl, or a french pronounciation of the word “fris-bee”.
6. Catching a frisbee....ah finally! Begin by getting your trainee excited with the frisbee. Move it back and forth rapidly in front of his face. Tease him with it so he wants it so badly he'll chase it anywhere, leap over any miniature caynon to catch it, or sacrifice his body in any way to keep that frisbee off the ground. Once whipped into a frenzy, throw it a short distance (4-7 feet), high enough so that he will get to it before it hits the ground. If we're lucky he'll try to catch it out of the air, mid-jump! If you need to, attach the line (remember the rope or twine?) to him as you train him to return the frisbee to you after catching it (bungi cords work better for elasticity if he’s jumping). If your trainee runs from you after retrieving the fris
7. Make a mental note of the number of successful catches .....lets say out of 10. If he misses more than 5 out of 10 implement one of the Frisbee callisthenic reprimands-9 sets of the 23 various finger exercises, 500 jumping jacks, 28 timed laps around the field with 25 pound quoits (ancestors of the Frisbee) tied to his ankles-may the honorable history of the frisbeers weigh heavy upon his heart as he focuses on paying his penance. Watch his progress and before you know it, he'll get a 10 for 10!
These training tips, only slightly modified from Rudy’s intensive plan: “How to train a frisbeer in 17 days”, promise amazing results (http://www.netlabs.net/hp/lew/rudy/training.htm). Start recruiting your team mates today, whip them into shape, and bring them smartly dressed to Frisbee at Mill Run this Thursday, August 7th at 4pm and Saturday, August 9th at 8pm.
Melanie Bynum
Weather conditions: Thursday, August 7th: Isolated Thunderstorms high of 81 degrees, a dastardly western wind of 7 mph (from the Rule Index found at www.ruleshottips.com)Saturday, August 9th: Isolated Thunderstorms high of 80 degrees, wind from the south at 7 mph
To My Fellow Frisbeers!
We've been playing frisbee for quite some time now. Ah, I still remember the
days of ol', when frisbee games were a rare occurrence of sheer bliss and
Sunday afternoon boredom. But now, as we have grown as children of God and
frisbee players, we have started to grown used to the weekly spurts of fun.
So, I asked some of you to come up with new ideas to spice up the game. Here
are some of the suggestions I received...
IDEA #1: We blindfold the Mann brothers.
As they have clearly shown, the Mann brothers have an uncanny ability to
play frisbee. It's ok, I think most of us have come to terms with the fact
that we will never be as good as them. God gifts us all in different ways.
So to make the game a little more even (especially when they play on the
same team), I suggest we blindfold them. Other suggestions: Making them ride
Emus while juggling and singing Tetelestai songs, or cutting off random
limbs.
IDEA #2: We change playing fields.
We have been playing on the same field at MR since the game began. Why not
switch up the scenery for a change? My favorite suggested playing ground was
the Field of Concrete Corn in the lovely land of Dublin. Although sure to be
hazardous to our health, this would make an interesting game. Other
suggestions included a field of pudding, playing in the Heveron's living
room, and laying a bunch of fat people on the ground to bounce on.
IDEA #3: We change the object we play with.
I know, I know, the whole name of the game is frisbee. But what if we didn't
play with a frisbee at all? What if we played with a live newt? Or a flaming
bag of pooh? Why, we could even play with each other. I am sure EJ would
give up his body for the good of the frisbee game. Rejected suggestions:
playing with really expensive electronic equipment, or with the Borden's dog
(which I guess no one likes anyway), or tossing around your favorite pastor.
IDEA #4: Bring Your Own Weapon day. (Affectionately called: BYOW)
Every once in a while, someone during our frisbee games will get hit. Hard.
We all know the feeling of having the wind knocked out of you by a Mann or
two. But what if we made this violence an acceptable part of the game?
Someone about to block your catch? Take them out with a swift hit to the
legs with your very own machete! No one will even think about going after a
misdirected pass when you catch them with your dad's fishing pole! As this
is the most violent game attempted, a parental consent form will be
required. Suggested Weapons of Choice: A mace, light saber, M16 assault
rifle, nuclear bombs, and Tom after eating a large mexican meal.
Come to frisbee this Thursday at 4, and Saturday at 8 where I'm sure we will
not be using any of these suggestions!
It's 0115 hours, and the feeling around camp is finally starting to sway
in the direction of victory. The day had started like any other day, up
at 0600 with one objective in mind, the same goal that had yet to be
achieved in the past four years worth of attempts. But none of that
mattered now. The failures, the psychological damage, the lives lost,
it was all in the past. And this time, the outcome would be different.
The battle would be won, once and for all.
Everything was going according to plan, the creature had been cut off
from it's food/energy source, there were no innocent civilians for it to
attack, all possible escape routes had been thought of and barricaded,
and the restraints were holding. You could practically see the fight
draining out of her, soon the beast would be nothing but a tired heap of
broken bones and bad memories. Victory will be ours! But then, like
the calm before a tornado hits, silence engulfs us. This is it! If we
can weather this silence, she will sleep, the war will be over, we will
go down in history as the heroes of--AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!
What the devil? What was that noise? What's going on?
"MY LEG!!!!! She bit my leg!!! AAAARRGHH!!!"
Looking at her, you couldn't tell that anything had happened, her arms
pulled tight around her back, her legs firmly secured...but the look of
terror on the guard's face told a different story. Curled into the
fetal position, clutching his wounded leg, I wondered what could have
caused such a stouthearted man to become so petrified with fear.
And then I heard a noise that answered my question. It was a horrible,
monstrous sound, originating in the belly of the beast and emanating out
of her terrible throat like a tidal wave. It was as if with that noise,
the very demons of Hell had been loosed to wreak havoc on the souls of
our camp, creating our own, personal purgatory. Just as I was starting
to believe that nothing could make things worse, my gaze accidentally
fell onto it's eyes. It's cold, dead eyes. Eyes that drained the will
to live out of you, eyes that preyed upon the souls of the hopeless,
eyes that made you feel like your very spirit had withered and died.
...the horror...the horror...
And so, with a quick flex of her biceps and a tug of her legs, she was
free. Free to terrorize and devour once more. All I could do was look
at Isaac who was in the same kind of pain, unable to move, drained of
energy and resolve. It was all over. We had failed. The beast was
gone. Lauren Comer had overpowered and escaped from us, two fully grown
college guys.
"Didn't think she'd be able to get at my leg with her teeth," was all I
could sputter out to my fellow, fallen comrade.
"Good stretch for such a short little neck. She's real feisty."
"How about them claws? Some real daggers, eh?"
"Yep. Mighty strong legs she's got too....real feisty."
"She's a swimmer, ya know."
"She's real feisty for a nine year old girl."
"Don't I know it."
"She's awfully resilient...and real feisty. Although I actually thought
we had her there for a sec when we drug out to the van and dumped her."
"Me too."
"....yessir, real feisty."
"....hey, you think they have any of those off-brand cheese curls left?"
"Don't know, but I have got to get me some of that lemonade."
"Yeah, good lemonade. What's in that stuff?"
"Lemons?"
"I wonder if I could get the recipe."
"Maybe, but then you'll only know how to make it 10 gallons at a time.
And you'd never drink that much at one sitting. You'd have to set up
one of those stands and sell it by the glass to strangers for a small
profit to get rid of it all."
"You're right, that's an awful lot of work for some lemonade. But I
really wanted some."
"Well, too bad. Look, I'm just trying to put things in perspective."
"Hmph. Too much freaking perspective if you ask me. And I don't care
for your tone either."
"Well why don't you cry about it?"
(sound of a 19 year old man sobbing)
"Well listen here Sir Pouts-a-lot, I'm going to bed. Call me when you
can shut off the waterworks."
(sniff) "Ok. Are we still on for lunch?"
"Sure."
"Cool. Later dude."
"Seeya."
And so ends another attempt to incarcerate and detain Lauren Comer. And
once again, Lauren eluded our grasp. Why? Because Lauren Comer is The
Devil!
Come play frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm and Saturday at 8 pm at Mill Run.
Isaac
P.S. Let me know when a good day for the 24 hour frisbee game would be. Sometime between August 16 and September 1st. Once I get some feedback, I'll set a day and we can start publicizing.
There's something very cool about having a theme song... I mean, once you've got your own theme song, you've got it made. All the good superheroes have theme songs. Look at Batman, Spiderman, Superman; they've all got multiple theme songs. But The Human Rat? He's got nothing. Now, if he found a catchy tune, Ratface could probably make something of himself. But as it is, things don't look so good for him.
Just look at Gilligan. The guy has practically no redeeming qualities. He just spent all of his kharma points on the theme song. And now everybody knows his name. He's in. You can't go anywhere without hearing someone hum-humming, "... a three hour tour, a three hour tour...". Which is interesting, cause no one ever knows the rest of the song. I don't think there is a rest of the song; it's all just smoke and mirrors. I bet the rest of the song goes something like:
This is the Gilligan's Island song
Gilligan is a poor old shmuck
So, I want a theme song. A theme song for Frisbee, which I might sometimes steal and use for my own personal benefit. All it really needs is one catchy part and a lot of mumbling. The writer of the best submission will be bountifully rewarded from all the vast riches of the frisbee budget. (I hear the going rate for songs is a quarter.)
We're playing frisbee this Thursday at 4 pm at Mill Run and Saturday at 8 pm. That's Saturday at 8, not 2.
Isaac
Dustin Heveron- So, you're going out of town, right?
Isaac Mann- Yeah
DH- Uh, are you taking the frisbee cones?
IM- Probably not
DH- I can use them for our frisbee game on Thursday if you want someone
to guard them for you.
IM- Ummm, ok...
DH- Do you have any of that Cream Soda left?
IM- I think so
DH- I'm going to go have some
IM- Would you like some?
DH- (sound of a can of soda opening)
IM- Okay then...
DH- Hey, so, what's the deal with the shaved head? Did you lose a bet?
It looks awful.
IM- (low growling sound)
---undecipherable commotion follows, interviewer blacks out---
Isaac informed me that frisbee can, despite popular belief to the
contrary, be played without the presence of anyone with two back-to-back
N's in their last name. That said, we WILL be playing ultimate frisbee
this Thursday at 4pm, with the hair-to-scalp ratio slightly higher than
normal.
Come play, or we'll shave YOUR head too!!
Dustin
There once was a llama named Llary,
- Brittany Allen
This is just one of the many ways of saying that baldness is sexy. Another way involves large monetary gifts and free food.
We're playing again this Thursday (tomorrow) at 4 pm at Mill Run.
Bring water. And food. And large monetary gifts.
We'll play Saturday at 2 pm as well.
Isaac
It's a typical day in high school phys. ed. class. Well actually slightly atypical, because instead of madly running in circles around the gym, the Nazi teachers give in and let the children run free outside and organize a friendly game of frisbee. The children run to and fro laughing and playing until a new girl joins the game.
This girl is slightly different that the others. Instead of lazily sauntering about the field hoping maybe someday that frisbee will float right to her, she sprints in diagonals, in circles, cutting, calling and CATCHING the frisbee. The others whisper among themselves and decide she must have had some former training; the name Mann is muttered in jealous disgust.
As the game continues, the team opposing the persistent frisbee girl shrinks back--she only builds momentum, occasionally clotheslining meek lemmings who sneak up behind her when trying to intercept a crucial pass. Suddenly her teammate grasps the frisbee and everthing morphs into s l o w m o t i o n....He turns...he sees her madly waving her arms calling.....h e r e ! I ' m o p e n ! The frisbee whittles a path through space, soaring towards the goal line...Everyone stares mouths flapping open as the girl herself sprints through the air foolishy grinning and holding her arms out, eyes focused on the hovering blue disc, feet a blur, onlooker's minds float and daydream about skipping through daisy's, the wind blowin- SMASH! CRUNCH! Torn from their reveries, the classmates observe in horrific silence the assault of a speeding body upon a metal bench. Impact point one: shin connects to ridged metal. Impact point two: Collar bone is speared
The gym teacher rushes to the wounded's side screaming "Throw up if u have to! Go and do it! If u hit your shin you should throw up!" I er..she slowly shakes her head and mouths, "I won't throw up." People surround her with pointing fingers; their giggles end in gasps when she reveals the swelling gash in her neck. Some friends awkwardly drag her to the very bench that attacked her and try to prop up her body laying her limp right arm on her lap. A boy crouches down and picks at the shreds of skin hanging from her shin. After 10 minutes in reverent silence, the teacher belts out "to the nurse with you!" and one boy wins out over the rest to get the opportunity to cut the rest of class and walk the ailing one to the nurse. Half way there, this assistant wanders off to go watch a tennis match and leaves the wounded to battle the elements alone in search of medical consultation.
Tune in next week to hear the compelling conclusion: At the Hospital (excerpt provided)
Blond nurse speaks as she assists the patient to the x-ray room:"Ya so I like broke my collar bone too in like seventh grade."
"Wow. That's very kind of you to share. Yea so what could the doctors do to help?"
Shrill laugh-giggle "Lemme think...Yup I had to wear this huge shoulder/collar bone brace for one or two..wait duh! three months! But that was like in seventh grade so it like REALLY sucked because I was trying to impress guys and I had this big like THING strapped to me. That's soooo scary I can hear their taunting laughs like yesterday!"
No Frisbee this week due to Creation, VBS, and Key Camp all concertedly wailing on any attempts to gather high schoolers.
Isaac
Thank you for letting me waste the past five minutes of your life,
Jared
Weather report for Saturday, June 21st
"Aw, that's not a pretty sight. I wonder what possessed him to do that? Shh, something's happening."
"Mommy, look! Look
Thursday Weather: 74 degrees, no rain, 10 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 71 degrees, 10% rain chance, 9 mph winds
9/10/03 - Tron Is Cool
VOICE
SARK!
Sark turns, curious, eyes widen incredulously..
We SEE Tron standing, legs spread, arms poised by his sides, disk in
one hand. It gives off a pure white light.
SARK
I don't know how you survived,
slave. It doesn't matter. Prepare to
terminate.
Sark flings his disk with a violent jerk of his wrist.
As the disk races at Tron. He dodges, drops to one knee and ducks
under it. Sark's disk circles like a homing missile and attacks
again. Tron deflects the second attack with his own disk, and the
two meet with an explosion of light. Sark's disk ricochets off and
races away, back to Sark. We see Tron throw his own weapon.
...
Sark's face.
SARK
You are very persistent, Tron.
Tron's disk circles Sark, attacking twice. Sark deflects it and
immediately throws his own disk.
Shot of two weapons racing almost side by side through the air.
Shot of Tron as the two disks come at him.
TRON
I'm also better than you....
He leaps into the air, grabs his own disk, pulling his legs up as
Sark's disk passes under him.
Shot of Sark's Disk making a sharp turn in the air.
Tron looks over his shoulder, sees the disk coming at him.
We see Tron's hand, as he slams his own disk into Sark's, using his as a shield.
SARK
Very clever, Tron. You know you
should have joined me.
Tron hurls again.
...
Sark catches his own disk, spots Tron's coming at him right behind,
and holds up his own disk as a shield.
SARK
We would have made a great team.
Tron's disk turning sideways in its flight, edge on.
With a CRASH and explosion of light, Tron's disk cuts right through
Sark's disk, and on through Sark's head. The disk shatters, and we
see Sark's surprised face, hands still in position to hold the
disk... a jagged open slash right through his forehead. We can see
energy pouring out of this wound like blood.
Sark falls, dead, face first.
Thursday Weather: 76 degrees, no rain, 8 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 70 degrees, 10% rain chance, 7 mph winds
9/3/03 - God Bless Auto-Save
Ever since the big power outage, things have been kind of quirky. There’ve been more black outs and brown outs than usual, people have been getting more worms and viruses via e-mail, and worst of all, frisbee central isn’t sending or receiving mail. (So I’m writing this from the computer 3 feet to the left. You might ask why it took me a day and a half to move 3 feet. I might tell you to mind your own business.)
Thursday Weather: 75 degrees, 20% rain chance, 12 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 60 degrees, 10% rain chance, 3 mph winds
8/26/03 - We Did It
Well, we did it. And I've had a little time to think back on what all went into this colossal feat.
Thursday Weather: 85 degrees, 20% rain chance, 9 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 75 degrees, 10% rain chance, 8 mph winds
8/19/03 - The Hour
The hour draws near!
Weather: 89 degrees, 10% rain chance, 11 mph winds
Friday Weather: 81/61 degrees, 30% rain chance, 8 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 77/59 degrees, 20% rain chance, 10 mph winds
8/14/03 - Frisbee System Analysis
System analysis: Isaac and E.J. Mann - Surfing. Dustin and Jared Heveron - Surfing
8/5/03 - The Frisbee Digest
August 22. It is coming. We must prepare for the 24 hour Frisbee Fest. Train your friends, foes, and small fleet strangers for the cause. Follow these frisbee training tips wisely and be ready…the time of testing will come!
7/30/03 - And you thought frisbee could get old...
Frisbee-mail courtesy of Brittany Allen. Enjoy!
7/23/03 - Lauren Comer is the Devil
This e-mail courtesy of Dustin Heveron:
Thursday Weather: 78 degrees, 10% rain chance, 7 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 70 degrees, 20% rain chance, 6 mph winds
7/15/03 - Wanted: One Theme Song
Wanted: One Theme Song
But you don't know the words
And that's how we planned it
a three hour tour, a three hour tour
but because of this theme song
you'll think he's really cool
a three hour tour, a three hour tour
Thursday Weather: 81 degrees, no rain, 5 mph winds
Saturday Weather: 70 degrees, 10% rain chance, 7 mph winds, sunset at 9
7/10/03 - Inquiring Minds Want to Know...
Well ladies and gentlemen, it's mid-July, and it seems that for the
second time this summer we find ourselves without our favorite pair of
prematurely bald frisbee denizens, Isaac and EJ Mann. So this poses the
question: can Ultimate Frisbee be played sans Manns? Well, curious of
the answer to that very question, I spoke to Isaac Mann himself. Our
interview went as follows:
Thursday, 4pm
Weather: 78 degrees, 40% chance of rain, 11 mph winds
7/2/03 - What the Devil?
I was thinking of writing an e-mail entitled either The Joys of Key Camp or Lauren Comer Is the Devil. But I'm tired. So I'll steal someone else's work.
Who decided, one day, he would marry,
We could find him no bride,
No matter how hard we tried,
All the gals thought Llary too hairy!
Weather: 86 degrees, no rain, 7 mph winds
Weather: 85 degrees, 30% rain chance, 10 mph winds
6/25/03 - PE Class
This week's e-mail courtesy of Lynn Bynum. Along with Jared's e-mail of last week, this may be the beginning of a guest writer series. We'll see.
6/17/03 - Frisbee WITHOUT The Mann's?!?!?!
Well folks, it's happened. Isaac Mann and his brother EJ have been
caught in the middle of a freak head-shaving accident and are on their
way to a rehab center in Myrtle Beach. Don't worry, their heads are
still attached to their bodies and are in one piece. However, it's been
reported that the recovery process is a slow one. "They have trouble
letting go of the game" said Dr. Rosenrose in reference to the
glow-in-the-dark frisbees serving as both night-lights and their only
source of entertainment. As bad as this news is, I believe it's in the
best interest of everyone if we continue our own skull crackin
lifestyles with a game of frisbee this saturday at 2. Sadly, we can't
have our usual thursday game due to V.B.S.
Sunny and 80 degrees, 10% chance of rain
6/11/03 - Helicopters?
"All units, come in. We've got a man down on east sixth. All units please respond. Repeat, man down on east sixth. All units please respond."