If you’re looking for a chance to run around a field and faceplant into the turf, I’d like to suggest joining the awesome gang of ultimate frisbee players who meet, rain or shine, on the southest end of Bush’s Pasure Park (near the baseball diamonds) every Sunday at 4:30 p.m.
Adam (who cut his ultimate teeth playing intramural for ISUC, the Iowa State Ultimate Club) found the group after some deep Internet searching last December, which is to say that this is a decidedly informal group that doesn’t exactly advertise its existence.
These are some pretty under-the-radar folks — and that’s saying a lot for a town where people really do hide in the woodwork. But while some of the players’ hand skillz would fit right in as part of a more ambitious group, they are all pretty welcoming.
So welcoming, in fact that they are even trying to get me to play. (And I really do SUC).
Adam works pretty long hours and doesn’t like working out at the gym, so ultimate is basically a chance for him to vent all of his pent-up dude energy in a short, 3-hour spurt at the end of the week.
I don’t really need that kind of testosterone release, but I sure do watching guys (and a handful of gals!) jump gracefully in the air to catch a flying disc.
It’s like picnic ballet, with some grunting.
[...] My husband has been trying to get me to play frisbee — in all of its incarnations. Like a labador pup shaking a disc all doggy-eyed at his master, he comes to me with great hopes, disc in his hands, thinking that someday, just maybe, I’ll succumb to his floppy-eared cuteness and join him in a game of ultimate frisbee with his pals down at Bush Pasture Park. [...]