I have come to the conclusion that Frisbee is a dangerous sport. I went to the park around eight or so last night with a few friends to hang out. We ended up deciding to play Frisbee in one of the back fields. A few things wrong with that....
A) It was dark and we couldn't see
B) I was one of two girls playing with four other guys who like to play tackle Frisbee
C) It was dark and we couldn't see
D) We had to make sure the cops were not around 'cause some of the guys didn't park correctly
E) It was dark and we couldn't see
So yeah...We started to play and it was ok for a while. Then the guys turned it into tackle Frisbee. That left me and the other girl running for dear life any time the Frisbee came near us so that we wouldn't get tackled to the ground. Plus we didn't know nor care to find out if there was Goose poop on the field. So we avoided getting tackled at all costs.
After a while the guys got bored with their game and decided that it was their new goal to teach me how to play Risk. Try is the optimal word here because for all of their explanations I still don't really understand how to play the game. Needless to say I was the first one out of the game when one of my friends took all of my territories/countries.
3 comments:
Yeah. I've lost a lot of good friends to Frisbee. Dangerous stuff, that.
Miss ya hon, hope you're having a loverly spring break.
Yeah, when you have to run from the cops it just adds that fun little element of danger, no??
~Kathleen~
There was nothing wrong with my parking job. Well, besides the fact that it was in the middle of the field...
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