He has done it all over. Not necessarily in exotic locations, but definitely in alleys and on beaches, large fields, and definitely on university campuses. Yeah, Frisbee really has a history.
Not so much tricks and showy sort of playing, but rather, either very relaxing open ended, far flying games, or a close encounter hard throwing “guts” game. Both were, and are still, very intriguing to him.
Something about the cooperation required to heave it out deep into the open wind, across the land, soaring and settling in the hands of your friend. This activity cannot be played alone. You need to know your partner. With each attempt you desire to make a good toss that will provide the challenge he needs, and at the same time chasing down and grabbing the disc in a way that makes him look good for providing the same in return. It’s a dance.
Although guts can be as competitive as you choose, there is something also that fosters cooperation. In essence you are trying to provide a good toss, and if he can catch it, so be it. It only is disturbing when you throw wildly, not cool, and not at all in the rhythm of the game. That’s it really, it’s about rhythm.
Our competitive nature definitely can stifle that rhythm. To participate in this world hoping to one up an opponent, wishing for him to lose for your benefit, is missing the true enjoyment of life’s rhythm. This is what the art of Frisbee teaches us. Pretty simple, eh?
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