Since I haven't burdened you all with much ultimate news lately, I do want to make this funny little confession:
At points during Peter Mulvey's set last night, I started to nod off, and I had little snippets of dreams that would really have been a nightmare all strung together. I was seeing brief scenes of getting point-blocked, being turned around by my girl on defense, and seeing a huck go off of my crappy mark. I sort of panicked, physically (a brief thought of, "Oh crap!") until I came back to the music. I wonder if having a phobia of bad playing helps someone be a better player. Maybe I could induce some sort of morbid fear of being out-run or out-jumped or dropping discs and then it'd never happen again.
*Note: I have been reading papers about behavior therapy for anxiety disorder. Man, I need to not be a psychology major. Also, stay tuned for photos of me dressed and playing as Elastigirl this past weekend at Brown's Huck a Hunk o' Burnin' Pumpkin Halloween tournament.
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