Comments from David about frisbee and how we couldn't tour without it!
Frisbee is awesome. Whenever we travel to play gigs there’s always a
175 gram Frisbee in the back seat. Twelve months out of the year, rain or snow,
night or day, heat or cold, you can find us at the rest stops along the highways
throwing Frisbee. Usually we end up “flingin’ bee” in the
designated pet area. I will say that it’s important in this area to keep
the Frisbee off the ground, and skipping the Frisbee is not encouraged at all.
All of the members of the group are competent Frisbee players, each endowed
with unique powers. My dad, for example, has the ability to throw the Frisbee
from a backhand position, with the elbow up, at an incredible distance and
accuracy. You’d scarcely believe that a man so gifted and developed in
the art of Frisbee could have made time for anything else with his life. As
a fingerstyle guitarist, he’s always very protective of the nails on
his right hand and catches the Frisbee left-handed.
Nathan’s special power may best be seen in his quick spins and radical
body repositioning immediately prior to catching the flung Frisbee. As you
throw a disc to Nathan, you will rarely be able to guess how he will apprehend
the toss. Sometimes a throw at chest height will cause him to leap high into
the air and catch the Frisbee between his legs. Often a long, high, drifting
toss will hold his attention fixed in a lazy, hypnotic way. The slowly descending
disc drifts within three feet of Nathan’s head… he ignites. With
a ninja-like reaction he spins a quick 540 degree turn to catch the Frisbee
behind his head. You just never know.
The ability to skip the Frisbee off of various surfaces is probably my most
finely-honed skill. At rest areas there is always some empty bench which offers
a great Frisbee challenge: to skip the Frisbee through the back of the bench,
between the seat and back support, off of the seat and angled up and into the
hands of the astonished receiver. Oh yeah, they are astonished!
We all love the game. We grew up next to a big park tossing Frisbee and playing
endless rounds of folf (Frisbee golf). And as I became the oldest of more brothers
and sisters, my parents began inventing new games with the Frisbee. Like the
one where you go to the swing sets and get all the kids swinging. Then each
parent stands at an end of the swing-line and plays catch through the chorus
of screaming pendulum children. It has that same rush of trying to save your
dog in eight lanes of traffic.
I know this may not be what you’d expect to find on a comments page, but it
had to be said.
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