FUJ has been at it again! Last week a tournament was held at Malešice. It is unique in many ways. It is a first Czech tournament of the season, teams can directly qualify for Czech Championship and it is hell of a party. Let me present you my intoxicated report (few photos included).
Teams usually gather on Friday, since they play from early hours on Saturday. Sleep is though not accessible commodity here. All the players meet after a long winter break and they are eager to talk again with everyone (read party till the morning, get drunk, get stoned, got to sleep at 5 am). When FUJ doesn´t compete in European or World league, we do not only come to tournaments to win the competition. Winning party is at the same level of importance! We are known for winning parties in great style. Last year in Malešice our (sadly) former teammate Slunce (Sun) has been officially a first human being to be spotted to joyfully sleep, with his leg entangled in a rope, hanging head down in a position that bats sleep in. Also another teammate was sleeping on a table where breakfast had been served. It was not in human capabilities to wake him up, so few volunteers had to carry him somewhere else (I have been told, because at that time I have been wandering different cosmos).
This year we have been asked for making an appearance with FUJ Band. That’s right, our team simultaneously is a musical band formed by accordion, 3 violins, tube, kazu and lots of out-of-tune voices (me included). If someone ever records us, I will gladly show you our skills, but until then you have to imagine, how epic it was. I managed to get my tympanic membrane shoved in (as I learned from a doctor later on). I also refused a sex that would be a cheat (not mine), but it was hard…so was I. I mean, classic Frisbee party. Everyone knew what they missed and they tried to catch it all up in one grandiose party (like every single year at Malešice anyway).
Believe me that I would love to tell you how the first match looked like. Though after 3 hours of sleep one does not simple remember the first match. All you care about is to nourish the body a bit, warm your muscles to not get hurt – and play. The thing is everyone feels the same way, therefore no one has any advantage due to lesser intoxication. What I do know is that we have won.
My legs were so sore in the second match. I played like stiff shit really. Didn’t contribute much, just like the rest of the team. The opposing team should have been defeated, but our execution and insane performance by opposing captain (probably the best thrower in CZE), led to a close loss.
After a cold shower I returned and played well once again. I finally managed to get my first lay out D of the season (but it, of course, isn’t captured) and my first deep pass of an entire career (even though it was like 25 meters). We as a team really concentrated better and managed to win the match. That meant one more win and we would qualify for the Czech Championship.
Then the second hardest part of the tournament came. Second party. I remember that I got involved in a scientific discussion. The topic was something like “when a tympanic membrane gets even a tiny bit torn, does any liquid have to come out of the ear?” The discussion was happening between M. SC, graduate, my best friend forever-stuck-in-first-year and me (I just held the mic you know). The answer after 35, 4 min of intense discussion is … NO. Guess who was wrong?
Next morning ruthlessly came. Remember the rule about first matches? Well it happened again. But we won against former best Czech team that is known to be biggest sect of our community. So everything was just fine. As long as someone keeps it in his memory, it exists.
A completely needles match followed since both teams already qualified. It was a match against our affiliated club. The start of the game was our worst one throughout this season.
Even though we looked REALLY badass,
When you (read I) suck,
You suck.
The thing we know best is to always drag out the remains of our energy and motivation. We were losing 3:9. Both teams played like they never partied till 5 am in the morning two times in row. Suddenly it was 8:9 and the game was real! The time when both teams were yielding points easily was long gone.
The score was, after 80 mins that felt like an eternity, 13:14 (game is to 15).
We had to score this point. Martin made and absolutely unbelievable layout to safe the possession.
14:14 it was and in the Universe point we were starting on defence. We put out some serious pressure. We forced a risky throw into the end zone, but it worked out. The loss felt bitter, but then again, we already had qualified.
Also awesome thing about all Czech tournaments is, that it’s not only sausage party :P.
And finally I have a proof that the biggest sect of Czech´s ultimate is not just a nasty joke. We have been a witnesses to a voting of a new head priest. EDIT: The image for some sorcerous reasons doesn’t work…I say the head priest is already getting involved…
It´s all fun guys :). We love each other.
Lastly thanks to the talented artist https://www.flickr.com/photos/135766973@N08/albums/with/72157680426446204 for the photos!