May 17, 2005 - Let's Go...
Fire up time, East. One thing that's very important: don't start thinking that we are the best and therefore we must beat everyone. You think that, you start slackin'. So stay up, see EVERY team as legitimate competition, no matter how they have played in the past...play to the very best of your ability every time you're on a field.
Our goal is to play our best ultimate, not to win. But remember, if we do the former, the latter will just happen.
Fire up East, let's have fun this week and git 'er dunn this weekend. It's perpetratin' time... ~The Big B
May 12, 2005
Stay focused through the tough stuff. If you're not playing as good as you can right now, put in the time outside of practice and work it out. Get together with some people and throw if that's what you need (I am almost always down), go running, do plyos, do whatever you can/need to do in the next few days to improve. Ice and stretch and ib(profen) if you're hurtin'. - Brenna
May 5, 2005 - Serious Talk
So, since Gottlieb brought it up at practice today, I think that this needs to be addressed. What he said is right: everyone should think long and hard about exactly what they want out of this experience.
I can tell you what I want...I want to have fun, but I want to win. And I can tell you right now, losing at states is going to be a lot less fun than conditioning now.
I know that we're all feeling way burned out and stressed, it's AP/finals time, and it's hard to put so much time and energy into something that just doesn't seem that important. But if we concentrate, we can pull through it as a team and come out and perpetrate against some teams at states.
I don't know a lot about lots of things, and I'm not even claiming to know that much about ultimate in particular, but I know sports. And I know that as of right now, we are playing for the state championship. Every time you are playing, you might as well be playing against Grandview or Creek. We don't win states on May 21-22, we win states on the fields at City Park every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday leading up till those days. This is what matters most. Now it's really about who practices more, who wants it more, and who earns it. Like Gottlieb said, we are earning it.
And I want it more. You really don't know how much I want it. Don't get me wrong, I love having fun and messing around (not that the two cannot be seperated), but the way I see it, we have 16 days of hard, hard work ahead of us, and then we get to chill. Then we can play summer league and have fun. But for now, at least for me, it's time for the hurtin'.
Whatdya say? We got this East. Fire up, baby. -- Brenna
May 2, 2005
18 days till states...I can taste it. Some more fire up(ish) for y'all....
-- http://www.brown.edu/Athletics/Mens_Ultimate/zipstips/index.html
This is awesome. It's like the Brenna page except relevant and soo much better.
-- "Think?! How the hell are you gonna think and hit at the same time?" – Yogi Berra
Yeah, I know that we aren't a baseball team, but it's the same concept. Don't think come states, just do it (TM). When you step onto the field, you shouldn't have to think about anything, it's all engraved into your being. Muscle memory and confidence take over once you set foot on the grass. I'm not saying play dumb, I'm saying that you should practice it to death before states so that you don't have to think about it when the time comes.
Well I had a ton of great stuff, but then my computer decided that it wanted , so it's all gone. All gone. *Tear. But one thing--if you don't already have it, get the southwest club regionals clip from Gottlieb. And Hessler--finish that song. And everyone--get Mark Madison photos, I'm dyin here! And ladies--let's do shirts!! And everyone--have you seen a black fleece, it's a medium patagonia (i think maybe ish), it's super fly, I think that I may have left it at Adam's house... My shabooyas can beat your shabooyas up! Sincerely, the sickest MC ever,
~Brenna
April 13, 2005 - Look Out She's On A Roll
I think that it's just about time for a new update, don't you? So, yeah, practice today was hard, but just tell yourself that however bad it feels now, it will feel better later. And trust me, the only reason that I go through the trouble of conditioning is how great it feels when you are running so much faster than your opponent, and jumping so much higher. This may not be a new feeling for the Hesslers and Batsfords and other such superstars on the team, but when it hits you, and it will, you will feel fan-freakin-tastic. And plus, who doesn't love mini? Whichever poor shmuck is on defense at any given time, that's who. Seriously, the offense goes on a run, and there's nothing you can do. They just keep cutting, and cutting...
That was a rhetorical question, Brenna. Who answers their own rhetorical questions?? But, that really has nothing to do with anything, so I'll let it go.
On other subjects, I guess we're not doing the t-shirt idea, due to complaints from the (that thing that Brenna lacks that keeps her from getting past yellow*belt* at Mattfoo)-bearing side of our team (but who cares what they say??). However, it's still a cool idea, and I'm still making myself a freakin tshirt, who's with me?? Start the revolution!! Haha the pedaling rebels, we're gonna break in there and pedal, and there ain't nothin those stiffs can do about it~evil cackle~. Well, now that that's out of my system...
I am FIRED UP for (1/2 of) Invite, and Mudbath. You have no idea how badass that will be, roadtrip, hotel rooms...it's like a chaperone's nightmare...(just kidding, we're good kids *blinking innocent puppy dog eyes*)...but really, it will be bombtastic, and I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry a thousand times to Mr. Sasha "How-do-you-say-that-in-Spanish" Reschechtko. But never fear, Sasha, we'll bring you back a championship disc (or best spirit if you wanna be realistic) and a ****-***, on the house (I'm back to censoring my too-mature-for-the-grown-ups comedy...it's a crying shame).
Well, it's party time (and by 'party time' I mean 'homework time') for Brenna, so goodnight, and have a pleasant tomorrow.
We go out there on the field as a team and each one of us gives absolutely
everything we can muster. You do it because you know your teammate next
to you on the line is doing the same. You keep cutting on the blue side
because you know your handler will get you the disk. You don't cheat on
the mark because you know your teammates are holding the force. You layout
into traffic because you know everyone else wants it as bad as you do.
There is no doubt, no uncertainty- only blind faith in your team.
- Miles, some guy on CUT last year
you must run harder than youve ever run before, lay out higher than youve ever layed before, jump higher than youve ever jumped, you get my drift. you must want to improve with every bit of your existence. you must find individuals who are as passionate about improving and push each other at practice. you must guard each other like they are the enemy! you want to get that layout d on him/her, cause making him feel shitty at practice is the only way he will want to get better. you must celebrate everytime a teammate does something awesome, or you get a sick ass d on someone... they will learn to hate getting beat and will never want that feeling ever again. we must inspire each other to want to improve! from now on, everytime you step on that field remember, you are here to kill nugs, and only by challenging each other, we will improve individually and as a team
- Bob Wang, plays for Zoodisc
April 5, 2005 - Brenna's Back
The Saga Continues... I'm back!! Florida roxers my boxers, it was bomb, I am hexa tan (hexa, you know, like "hecks of"...that's how I talk, babes). Anyways, it was bomb, hope y'all had fun, maybe got something done in my absence (prolly not).
By the way Matt/Kyle/Nash (I don't even know your name anymore) I love your bio. Bomb nasty. And Ned, you're a star!!! You rocked the newspaper, as did Gottlieb's funny face, and the top bit of Matt's body (the part where a brain would usually be, you know).
So, this is just a shout out kinda, I don't really have much of anything to say, but I hope that everyone had kickass spring breaks, and I will see y'all at practice tomorrow (really I am writing this at like 11 Tuesday night). Fire up East.
~~The Big B~~
March 28, 2005 - The Third
Well, I would have to say that we dominated RMI (in our own way). Honestly, we beat three teams cause they didn't even want to show up and play. Suckers. I am proud that both voting members (president and co-president, respectively) of the Linebacker Club got to play on Sunday, and one of us (the cool one) kicked some respective Mailman butt. Someone brought a liter of WhoopAss (TM), and I think her name's Nicole.
Another notable thing about this weekend, naturally, is the Western Intimidator, which, might I add, sounds a lot better on paper than it tastes. Glorious in theory, throwup-able in reality.
All in all, I'd say that this is a fantastic way to start out a tournament season, just wait till we have a tourny with an exhibition game, or longer breaks between games, it's soo much fun. Well, you know. I am fired up for the rest of this season, how 'bout you?? Who's the best team out here? That's right, baby.
P.S. How do you say that in Spanish??
March 20, 2005 - The Second Installment
I'm back! First, just to clarify, those weird little quotes, or anything with a << in front of it on the last entry, that's where there was a sweet little smiley that for one reason or another didn't go through. Y'all missed out. So, I would like to announce that I am the DDR champion of the world, because I can now do the fast songs and the fast(er) steps! I am so proud. And, que mas? Well, Hessler's song rocked my world, and I would like to be the first one to say that I will definately recognize that as my new anthem (Star Spangled Banner, psh). Well bleh, I am ready to start PLAYING!!! But I don't know how much longer, maybe a week, as I get unflexible and slow and fat all at the same time, eating copious amounts of Skittles and Moolattes. They are pretty delicious though, I must say. So, here's the good stuff. Do you remember...
~Hey Bear/the Bear Song (if not, then you weren't around last year)
~Eating Cardboard (and Dan ordering Chicken McNuggets at Wendys)
~Captain Radio (I know that y'all got this one)
~Ned's vocals (his blood curdling defense shriek)
~Tote=s**** a b*** (censored for the parents, they can't handle that type of language)
~Big D Man ("yeeeeaaahh, mother...s!!" and moshing with himself)
~CO girls!!
~U (or submarine, and stack/zone yeah girls)
~What? Again? Now backwards? Fast forward?
~Scotty still doesn't know!
~You and me go fishin in the dark (I heart bluegrass!)
~KoolAid (never again!), red hands, Nash's murder/bleeding scalp, mohawks!
~Dewey!! (+those peppermint socks!)
~stomach orgie (don't worry, it was totally innocent) at Colorado Cup
~elbow sex (just as innocent) all the time!!
~some poor Sack Lunch disc forever lost on the mountain above Violet Fields (the disc they trew off the mountain and spent hours searching for), and the wind carrying a push pass a mile above our heads and into the street.
~Car water fights (both in Boulder last year and in Denver this year, Dunc and I thrashed Mat and Hessler!) and Danny offroading with no seatbelts in his shabby car, I was so scared!
~My #1 Mann!!!!!!!!!!
~The Greatest Adventure Ever!!!!!! (both the real and fiction version..."abandonment of a so-called responsible adult") haha
~the Linebacker Club (yesss)
~BAM!
~Schfifty Five/Mario Twins/Bang Bang Bang (all songs by Group X, get them!!)
~"This is Boulder, Colorado! We don't do this here!" (some crazy guy getting cuffed in Boulder)
~Throat block!
...I'm spent. If I forgot anything, tell me or whatever (I know there's more). Peace, I'm out!!
Oh, this is funny, check it out! http://www.ultivillage.com/video/GrantZ2.mov
If that doesn't work, go to Ultivillage.com and go to the Grant Z layout D. This will happen to one of y'all sometime, be careful!!
Peace, I'm out
March 17, 2005 - The First Installment...
First I must comment on the game. Way to frickin go, East. As Gottlieb said, y'all are my heroes (literally, we have Underwear-Outside-The-Pants-Man, Captain Radio/Captain Planet/Heart/whatever, Batman and Robin (aaww yeah, Hayley)...we are like the Teen Titans, except wwaaaayyy cooler. So here's what I saw from the sideline:
Batsford--way to handle those first few points, and stick with the sick cuts despite the cold.
Adam--our team is waaaay too prone to injury<<i hate injury!!
Mary--sick D/wing-work, and your cuts are soo much more aggressive!<<me drooling like circe over your defense
Hessler--way to step up and be a leader, those greatest attempts are instant fire-up material.
<<psst...what's that? hessler's got a 20 inch vert??ooohhhhh...
Hubbard--way too come out and bust your butt in that cup, it's great to see you back at it!
Dunc the Big D--nice freakin hustle, man! There is always a warm-blanket-hug for your skinny self!
Tote--'nuff said.<<tote in the eyes of every hapless broomfield player who dared to go deep in the zone
Elise--girl, U (haha) have the super stickiest fingers in the world, and you were a monster on D today!huh? that gorgeous girl can't play, can she?? oh, wait, she can take anyone, anytime (taking all comers haha)
Ned--you are waay too skinny for your own good, child! <<i just wanted to use the chicken.
Jim--way to play and step it up, bud! Got some 'tude, but man oh man, you played well today!
Nash--you give new meaning to the phrase get it back on D. Great self control, boy!hehe
Nicole--I got dibs on club chair. Sweet grab, by the way, you were playing grreat (layouts!!)
<<<the look on my face when you collided with that small child on the field (oops...)
Goof--way to step up and play your part in that wind, your throws were on point, and we needed that.<<<harvard=goofy
Sasha--you're a straight up gangster. That's all. You are the shutter-down of anyone on D
HayleyRobinMonsterCut--you have the sickest cut timing ever. EVER!
Kit--sick winging (is that a word??) way to stick that girl deep, kid!
and finally....mooo
Chris Wiegla is my hero! amazing layout d's, great playing...will someone please tell me when Chris started laying out, cause it seems to me like it just happened all at once, I'm afraid that it was just some beautiful dream...
So, the DL is growing and growing...but we'll take care of ourselves, just give me some pompoms, kit! Well, that's it for the first installment of THE BRENNA PAGE!!! Tune in next time for every single East ultimate inside joke that yours truly can think of! In closing, (for you, Sash...)
C-R-I-S-P-Y! <<<East Angels!!
~Brenna
Brenna's Bio
Born in Seattle, WA, on a no doubt cloudy, rainy, slushy, and altogether miserable day. Brenna's parents had no qualms (or compunction) about letting her know that she was a mistake ("the evil twin," as they called her), so she spent most of her childhood trying to be more like her brothers and less like herself. This led to a sever case of tomboyitis, at a remarkably young age. Brenna spent much of her time fielding grounders on the family's gravel driveway ("It builds character!" said her father as he drove her to the ER for stitches). At the age of 10, Brenna got a bowl cut. Unfortuntely, her family moved to Denver later that year, and she spent her fifth grade year being asked wheter she was a girl or a boy. After a rough transition into her pre-teen-ness and two new schools, Brenna finally settled into life as an adolescent at East High School. It has been a long and crazy ride so far, and she's only halfway done (with high school, that is), but she has come a long way. She also recently discovered skirts and bikinis, leaving sports as the lone remainder of her tomboyish childhood.