The Fabled Work of Sarah RV '02
A little poem about Ultimate
For when finals make you long for home
Here's a little Disco poem,
About a ball who dared to dream
That Brown women would form a team
To put other pursuits to shame,
Playing a new flat-ball game.
This dream is shared, mine . . . and yours.
When you collapse in the SciLi's spinning doors,
Think of this game, so full of spirit
And yell it, shout it, scream it, cheer it!
Classes are a bunch of garbel
Compared to afternoons at Marvel.
Physics will not show you ways
To make better offensive plays.
Geology's no cause croon
Stirring odes to Daniel Boone.
And though you may go to bed
Without economics in your head,
It is not right to see the day out
Without making a scoring lay-out.
Forget Frost's less-traveled road,
Instead throw to the side less-flowed.
You can suck the marrow from life's bones
By putting two poppers in your zones.
The only things you really must learn
Are "mmmmmgala" and "burn, baby, burn."
Thus this is the sum of it,
You don't need grades, you just need ultimate.
So now that your boat's afloatin'
Again it's time to take your notes n',
Though you're sour as a pickle, gherkin,
Get you poor ass back to workin'.
Burn Burn Baby (aka Ice Ice Baby)
Yo, Inferno, Let's kick it!
Burn Burn Baby, Burn Burn Baby
All right stop, hydrate and listen
Disco's gonna get pumped like a piston
Spokane makes our future shine brightly
We gonna flow like champange, bubbly and lightly
Can we be stopped? Yo - it ain't so
Think of my team and my smile it grows
We play the extreme cutting deep going under
Kira streaking it long, rolling out like thunder
Score! we rush the endzone and cheer
then on the next point to juke, cut and clear
Efficient, when the disc gets to Shirley
Anything less than the best is not worthy
Live it and love it, we bleed how we play
Cate in the sky on the ground when she lays
If defense gets boring, Yo, we'll switch
Don't blink on transition, you might miss it
Burn Burn Baby, Inferno burn burn baby
Now that Natties are looming
Our season's like Jess, it's Bloomin'
Bounce on the mark, for Danielle's faking
try to stop Pauline 'fore she brings home the bacon
We burn them down if they're not quick and nimble
Weston working the zone like she's popping a pimple
And Meera with throws like waffles
(It's a private joke, I admit it's awful)
Rollin' for all 7-0
startin on D always ending on O
The sideline defending, cause they're number 8
Do they stop? No -- just elevate
When we hit confusion we just look to Ted
And give up some thanks we don't live in his head
Get end zone ho
Yo -- Disco takes it to end of May, Spokane, Washington
to play so hot in our black on black
moving and dodging like fire in the stack
Other teams jealous cause we smile while we play
containing and blocking on D all day
at the party all night, for another win
everybody's lined up, just trying to get in
Party yells ringing out like wails
from the team with heart bigger than the white whale
Thumping like a hip beat, getting too low
Just cause Guff can make it, don't mean she's a ho
Pelvis to Pelvis, the dancefloor is packed
Disco flexing what they got, way too jacked
Making the scene, You know what I mean
with West African moves, so fresh and so clean
If there is a problem, we didn't do it
We don't have to learn it, we just intuit.
Burn Burn Baby Inferno, Burn burn Baby Inferno
Take heed, on the feild we're like poets
Aquarius lasagna littlefeild go post it
P-town, the home of all this magic
In the state of Rhode Island, so small it's tragic
All the little Rhodies they know the feel
When Blake crosses state lines cause she can't stop the wheels
California and Rado, they better be aware
they won't see what's coming, be caught in the glare
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other players say, "damn"
while we clean they asses up like Jean Claude Van Dam
We keep our composure when an opponent gets hot
And remind them who we are, in case they forgot
We get the big huck 'fore the count gets to ten
high flying in air play, bring the disc down again
Disc about to hit the ground, Disco's gonna dive
Like a Clapton unplugged Brown ulty is live.
If there was a problem, Yo -- we'll beat it!
Running it down so we don't have to sweat it.
Burn Burn Baby Inferno, Burn Burn Baby Inferno
"I really started playing ultimate right before my sophomore
spring break. Still very wet behind the ears (I had just quit
water polo), I spent a lot of time on the bench and feeling
when I was in the game that my job was to look tall (yes, my
dears, there was a time when I was tall) and to clear very well.
We had big players who made big plays and I didn't want to get
in their way, that was the game. When we won I wasn't responsible,
when we lost I wasn't responsible. I loved the team, or people
on it, but when we played, we were all seperate players. |
You all know this is not our team now. At practice, tournaments, potluck dinners, everyone is responsible for how we work together. We have great players, a lot of them, but we are the only Callahan nomination to boast how great our nominee is on the sideline.
I love this team.
I love this team."
- Sarah RV