Glory Days
Apr. 20th, 2006 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowDuring my years as a grad student at the University of Chicago, the Math Department had one of the best intramural Ultimate Frisbee teams on campus. (We weren't as good as the club team, but we were about on a par with their second-string, and a notch better than the barracudas from the Law School.) I was a member of that team; my main value was as a receiver (I literally ran over bystanders on a couple of occasions, so intent was I on catching the disk), but I had a passable backhand and a pretty good forehand. Ultimate was probably the main reason I kept my weight down under 160 lbs. in those days.
With the return of warm weather, there are students on the quad tossing the plastic around. Walking past them, I feel my wrist involuntarily twitching, as for a forehand. I toy with the idea of teaching some of them the throw, but... it's been more than twenty years. I'd probably embarrass myself. So, I walk on, thinking suppressive thoughts at my wrist.
Sigh. Sic transit gloria diski.
With the return of warm weather, there are students on the quad tossing the plastic around. Walking past them, I feel my wrist involuntarily twitching, as for a forehand. I toy with the idea of teaching some of them the throw, but... it's been more than twenty years. I'd probably embarrass myself. So, I walk on, thinking suppressive thoughts at my wrist.
Sigh. Sic transit gloria diski.
