It wasn’t until Junior year (1979-80), back at Ramsey Hall – where I worked with Cheryl (who was engaged to be married to someone else) – that us crazy boys formed an ultimate Frisbee team and became All-College Intramural champions.
Our team name came quickly and easily, The Village Idiots – after watching endless episodes of Monty Python’s Holy Grail. We went on to defend out title the next year too.
Sophomore year (my final track season), West Chester State College’s track team drove two hours to New Jersey for the Princeton University Indoor relays. In the crowded, sweat-filled team van, slowed by Princeton’s spring break traffic, it happened.
Caught the first glimpse of ultimate Frisbee. The Ivy-League school boys made it look so cool. What a chick-magnet, to be able to do that.
None of the dorm buddies ran track, so upon returning to Ramsey Hall, it was my moral responsibility to teach those sun-worshipping, beer-loving disciples.
To supplement the jogging with my beer-guzzling Dorm friends, we would soak up rays whenever we could. Because laying on a towel seemed lame, we tossed a Frisbee around.
We got really good at it. We impressed the girls with how far we could throw and the amazing catches we could make.