The Build Up

First tournament this past weekend. I played extremely inconsistently and my head was really in the game only against stanford. I must become better as a cutter and adjust my quick dancing insta-open handler jukes into longer honest check-mark cuts. My defense was ok, but i did get roasted by Matty, Scardato, and chico state handler, but returned them the favor when i was on offense :D. A fair plus/minus differential i guess... I scored a fair amount but ehn, wasnt that impressed with myself except on a few hucks. I did have one good upline defensive stop that lead to a break against stanford which was a positive. I know i can compete on this level now. I just got to put my mind to it 100% of the time, and not just against top level competition.

I also need to work on my consistency and decision making. Having the discipline to dump the disc and not force it. I made that critical error in a tide game for rookies but still...discipline. Another point is play calling. I completely blanked out when Dollar said to call a play when i picked up after a turn and I called ninja (just to call a play) knowing myself that it was not a viable play option since Kattan was lined up on my break side. Aish, mental lapse. Gotta be chilly and more comfortable. This tournament was good overall and I know I need to be more aggressive. Instead of expecting the disc and receiving it (as a handler), want the disc and get open to receive it (as a cutter). Gotta fake more. I didn't have any drops though so that was good. but yes, whoa oh on decision making and confidence.

In lieu of my indecisiveness, a song by the Kings of Convenience and my love, Feist.

The Build Up

The build-up lasted for days
Lasted for weeks
Lasted too long

Our hero withdrew
When there was two
He could not choose one
So there was none

Worn into the vaguely announced
Worn into the vaguely announced

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant till it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant till it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant till it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off
When to get off
When to get off
When to get off