Rainbows and Rain :: Personal Narrative Sports Frisbee Essays

Rainbows and Rain I sit on my bed taking glowering my cleats as I hang the Frisbee over the huge divide chunk of wall, caused my removal of the corkboard and the wonders of wall tape. I finish my dinner and date that the enceinte idea of placing my plate into my Frisbee tray is not such a great idea when the plate is permanently stuck inside the Frisbee for a whole ternary minutes as struggle to pull it out. I scale the capital of my grandmothers cabin in order to save my Frisbee from whacking rains, intolerable sun, and domineering l wizardliness. I scale the steep weeds and common ivy groves in order to save my Frisbee from the treacherous rivers which roars below. I pull and huckaback the Frisbee. I toss and pass the Frisbee. My consecrates turn red and whacky in the cold and fast and sweet in the heat. The Frisbee sails in the toss away meeting the sunset horizons before a swift catch and warm throw s residuals it again, through a similar cycle, of somethi ng I call magic. To sprint, and serious believe that if I reach out far enough I will perfectly meet the disc and it will meet my hand as one total motion has been completed. The power of running as the Frisbee flies over your head, as you lose all sense of gloom to make the final grasp at spinning disc, is the beginning of the high. scantily before you meet the ground, whether it a be serious layout or you end up tasting grass, dirt, fertilizer, its a worth it, just as long as you have caught the Frisbee. And the high sinks into the spirituality of it all triumph is possible in that mighty catch. Truly we are Heroins. This, my friends, is the sport the absolute addiction, of one single disc, cleats (or no shoes if you prefer), some niggardly comfy clothing, H2O, and a heroin teammate. But its not just throwing and catching, which I cannot resist. And I mean I really cannot accept the idea of mint throwing out in the quad without me. If players of old, and players of new are throwing the Frisbee all I can do is join. Even in HI, at Kona beach, people were throwing---no one I knew---I knew that I just had to play and they were totally cool to the highest degree it all.