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 | |
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"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 | ||
