May 05, 2009
Are We Not Men???
This is how freedom dies, my friends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
Team members didn't do themselves any favors by saying there was nothing wrong with playing without pants.
Posted by Cassandra at May 5, 2009 09:34 PM
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I may be old school, but I can't ever remember a time when playing frisbee actually required pants, or any other clothing for that matter. Have times changed? Or was I just dreaming?
Posted by: spd rdr at May 6, 2009 12:11 AM
Don't know why, but WOO-WOO comes to mind.
Posted by: Boquisucio at May 6, 2009 01:02 AM
Are We Not Men???
Sorry, I couldn't resist... ;-)
Posted by: camojack at May 6, 2009 01:12 AM
Frisbee isn't a sport, it's a means to improve your dog's mouth-eye coordination...
Posted by: BillT at May 6, 2009 05:31 AM
I've always loved that song, Camo.
This is embarrassing, but I have to admit that playing Ultimate Frisbee sans trau is one of the few things I did not try during my largely misspent youth :p
Oh! What might have been!
Posted by: Onan the Barbarianess at May 6, 2009 06:16 AM
Sheesh... This story reminds me of the old song parody of the Battle Hymn of the Republic that my sis and her girl friends would sing on occasion.
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, what's it to ya.
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.
The last decade or two that I played with a frisbee, the activity was always 18 holes of frisbee golf.
*shakes head at the realization that eligibility to join the Brothers of Methuselah Fraternity is just around the corner*
Well at least none of the foursome dressed out attired as did Payne Stewart when he played in the PGA... May he RIP.
Posted by: The-Manchurian-bubba_hun at May 6, 2009 11:45 AM