T.O. JAM!!! May 16-18th
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hacksterbator
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But Zach and i were roomies for a week in florida this summer, so i think he was joking.I'm being flown to Toronto Island (via privately owned bush plane -- I love having Pilot parents...) for prolly around 4:30. I can take the boat accros to the mainland, and then what should I do? I can take a bus (for free) over to union station and get on the subway... is that easiest? Where should I get off the subway?
Ben Roscoe
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BuckRuckus
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Dude, check the map that I posted on the previous page. From the ferry terminal you can walk to the spot. See you there!
EDIT: Thats totally sweet that you're flying in!
EDIT: Thats totally sweet that you're flying in!
Mike Faille
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http://www.mikefaille.com
I am missing the last half of my calculus class to scurry over to the train station, and will be in Toronto at 4:30 or so. My other option is to get in Toronto at 8:00, but I imagine I will have missed alot of fun already, so I will go early to wander around the streets and giggle or something, due to excitement.
Bringing all of my travel stuff to school will be awkward however...
Bringing all of my travel stuff to school will be awkward however...
Jay Boychuk
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Hey everyone. Take a look at the event map. Let me know if anything needs calrification or if it's not printing properly or whatever.
http://www.torontofootbag.com/MAPprint.pdf
http://www.torontofootbag.com/MAPprint.pdf
Mike Faille
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Holy crap. Work is dominating my life right now. I'm on basically my 6th day straight of working the 12 hour night shift at work. I really wanna come out for something on Sunday, hopefully something is going on that day after I sleep a bit.
EDIT: Everybody stay till Monday please!
EDIT: Everybody stay till Monday please!
dan cyr
Skippy:
Skip Hard
Skip Hard 2: Skip Harder
Skip Hard With A Vengeance
Coming soon. Yippee-kieaye-eh?
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Skippy:
Skip Hard
Skip Hard 2: Skip Harder
Skip Hard With A Vengeance
Coming soon. Yippee-kieaye-eh?
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That was fun! The tension in the finals open circle was huge, I don't think I've ever seen anything so brutally hardcore gangsta rap.
I won't be making it for the Sunday shred, as I have to get my sleep schedule on track (have been working overnight shifts) but I will see everybody again eventually.
Thanks a lot Camille, Mike, Andrew and whomever else may have gotten this tournament on its feet, it was great to have something so close to home.
Much love to FAT, and the footbag world,
Peace.
I won't be making it for the Sunday shred, as I have to get my sleep schedule on track (have been working overnight shifts) but I will see everybody again eventually.
Thanks a lot Camille, Mike, Andrew and whomever else may have gotten this tournament on its feet, it was great to have something so close to home.
Much love to FAT, and the footbag world,
Peace.
Andrew Langstaff
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Is anybody shredding tomorrow? I ended up sleeping till 5 today, and then had dinner with the family. Talk about lame, I can't even make it out to a jam around here. Brutal. Anyway, reply here or something if anyone wants to shred monday.
dan cyr
Skippy:
Skip Hard
Skip Hard 2: Skip Harder
Skip Hard With A Vengeance
Coming soon. Yippee-kieaye-eh?
Skip-blog
Skippy:
Skip Hard
Skip Hard 2: Skip Harder
Skip Hard With A Vengeance
Coming soon. Yippee-kieaye-eh?
Skip-blog
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Modified wont let me post the entire writeup, so it is in two posts. Is there a word limit for each post maybe?
Booyah! FOOTBAG!
So, write up here we come. I am excited about this one.
Was I ever not excited about one?
So, Friday. I go to school, backback full. I was second guessing myself all through the day as to what I might have forgotten at home, as I was not going to make it home before I caught the bus to Toronto. Mid Calculus I walk out and there was a "good luck Jay" grunt from the class, as they for whatever reason think I will win it. It confuses me, as I can't accurately describe that just because I might have placed in Grass that I was LIGHTYEARS away from the best. It was a perfect green sunny day, and as I walked past my former house on the way to the bus station I thought about how I used to skateboard everymorning at 6 AM before school, and wonder why I don't do that for footbag. Perhaps it is because I used to not have homework, and I was 10 and didn't care if I woke anyone up. The bus ride to Toronto was odd, as I was tired and the traffic was horrible, so I slept.
I take out the map Mike Faille made, and inspected it. Jebus, he did such a good Job! A must have for any event in a city like Toronto. He even drew a footbagger acting like Godzilla prouncing around Toronto getting shot at by planes. Phone numbers were on it, and a COMPLETE itinerary for the weekend. Such a good idea. So, I look at the map, and walk to the HTO *Hpo?* spot, relook at the map, and realize I was retarted and that I had to walk 400 more meters to get to the other park. Good thing it was in the same direction. It gave me the long time to get the nervous/excited footbag Jam juices flowing, and I prayed to god one of the many runners/bikers of Toronto wouldn't Mow over my ankle and render my useless. Finally, I approach a set of stairs with shrubbery about, and see sweaty people. Most of the FAT crew was there and shredding, James was playing too. There were two circles, and I got to give Josh *lackey* his Grass shirts he requested. Josh is still Josh, and he still plays footbag like Josh. He also wears GRASS shirts like you would expect Josh to wear them. Around the corner I saw a dear man with a buzz cut taking pictures, and felt bad that I didn't recognize him. I didn't want to be awkward and walk up and say "I don't know who you are, I am Jay, hear me roar!", so I sat on a bench.
Two minutes later, I double take, and it was Andrew Grant! HE didn't have hair! Or red climas for that matter, he was fully clothed. He was really approachable once I didn't have to roar, and he and Ben Rawsko inspired me to play instead of sit my fat ass on a bench. Me and Ben stayed in the same circle most of the day, which made me automatically juxtipose (I butchered that. Ouch) the relationship Zac/Matt have, and wonder if I had it with Ben. Good thing is, Ben rocks, so it didn't matter what I had with him. He was playing in Quantums, instead of a broken barefoot like he was at Grass. That made me happy. He does two dex toe shuffle like nothing. In fact, his legs move so smoothly I am not sure how the bag doesn't just walk about, and start up a conversation. For those who don't know Ben's style, just imagine what a skinnier version of Vasek's clipper game would look like, if he played as smoothly with his toes. Ben hit some cool stuff, and his blurry whirls are spot on. More and more people started to show up, and with every new face I had some sort of memory. Jon Haber had the best entrance, as he wore some styley shirt and had black Gunits. Jon really makes the footbag event, so I think if I ever throw one that is out of ontario for whatever reason, I'll fly him out. Seriously, I didn't hang out with him at ALL this event, but when I do he always makes everyone around him a happier individual.
Jorden didn't come until Saturday, so no Jorden write up..
Penske however, did. Same with Matt Cross and Tom Mosher. Mhmm. When they walked up everyone acted a little like guys do when a hot girl walks by, the "am I doing this right" feelings go through everyone's mind. The question of "How do I introduce myself to him, and how in the world can I even shred with him!?" thoughts are torrenting themselves through each persons brain. I am lying, these thoughts were probably only going through my mind, but just like when I met Jorden and Clavens, after the first 3 words come out of your mouth I turned into a giddy school girl and didn't give a hoot. Crap, I missed Rabba! Ben and I were the only people staying at the Hostel on friday night, and he knew that we would need food. So after a 20 minute trek with shorts and sweat we got to a grocery store named Rabba and bought "fud". Carrots, a single cucumber, bagels and apples (which, were manly. Just like in the movies they crunched). To accompany this we bought an 8 litre jug of water, which saved us that weekend. It was a bitch for Ben to carry, as I was carrying the food itself. Hour by hour it was less of a hastle, as we drank it dry by the last minutes of our departure, without any sparing or rationing.
Penske. Penske was shredding, and I wanted to watch so I parked myself on a nearby bench, and he was destroying the bag. You could tell he was going for themed Runs, and no one was complaining. His double downs are sweet, and he hit quite a few bothsided toe shuffle runs which looked effortless. Eventually someone left the circle, and I was invited (or did I invite myself?) into the circle. Mike Faille and Camille also accompanied the circle, and it was pretty light hearted. I don't think Andrew Grant knew that I got giddy when I played with people who can play footbag. Everytime that I jumped up and down or clapped uncontrollably Andrew gave the biggest "What the hell is he doing" smile and laugh there is. Penske didn't say much about it, but when Andrew told me I would have to change my shorts soon he laughed pretty good. Turns out Penske is good at Footbag. He gave me some tips, same with everyone else. He also gave props which was cool to see, as he is one of the best. He took requests and didn't mind when my blabbermouth kept asking questions or asked him to hit tricks for personal note taking, which was selfless of him. His fluxes are nice, same with everything infact. He is a pleasure to watch, and you can really tell that he is putting effort into changing his style to be more controlled.
Eventually Ben and I reunited, and most everyone (Jorden/Johnny/Zach excluded) showed up. It was definetly dinner time, and as footbaggers are unmotivated to make a joint decision it took Tom Mosher about 30 minutes to actually lead the herd and direct us in the name of Nourishment. Even after we got the group of 30 people to start moving, somehow only 10 of us remained, twenty steps out of the park. The 10 of us went around Toronto, when the famous line *by penske* "What is that needle thing" erupted.
We then went to Subway, a smaller one, and gave them our money in turn for their Food. Along the way to subway and in Subway, the talk was alot about Top Players, and how their personality/take on things affects their shred. It was so weird to hear how Penske thought, because he is a rather unfamiliar face in the eastern scene. I think that I am going to take alot of what he said, about enjoyment, and work it into how I am. Then again, I could fall on my face trying, because it is difficult to change how you have thought for the last 17 years of your life. Matt Cross really directed the conversation, because he is the definition of Matt Cross. I was trying to tink of some sort of adjective to make him, but he is really just Matt. Everyone who knows him will know what I mean, he is just, so cool and has really good things to say. He also makes it to SO many tournaments, so he has quite a bit of experience with everybody, which makes good story time. This was also the first time any of us really heard Penske's mouth run, and just talk about stuff which entranced us all. Good stories of Prague and the dear Vasek were mentioned, and somehow there was only one "That's what she said" joke the entire time. I wonder how it feels to walk around in the Quantums of Jim Penske, as this was his second tournament he was FLOWN to in the spring of 2008. To know that you are good enough at Footbag to have someone take the money they made and tell you to get on a plane is pretty awesome. He probably knows that though,
So, most of us had to split ways as it must have been around 10:30 by the time we were done at Subway. Jesus, that is two days ago right now. *sad emotions*. Ben and I just sort of merged in the direction of Tom/Matt/Penske, as we had NO clue where our Hostel was. We both assumed someone else would know, which was kind of stupid. Even more stupid, was when we finally got to their car we looked on the Map and the hostel was RIGHT THERE, where Mike drew it. On the walk back, the uniqueness and general, nice, ness of Ben Rawsko really shined through. He makes it to quite a few tournaments, which is great because everybody should know him. He is one of those guys that is so lighthearted and intelligent that you can't have a bad conversation with him. He claimed to have a bad sense of direction, so I was fortunate enough to hold Mike's Map the entire trip. SUCH a good map! You guys have no idea. We made it to the Hostel, where it was far cooler than expected. TONS of people were there, and it had a pretty "I don't care, just don't make a mess" attitude, and the receptionists must have been <30 years old. It was quite a different feel from say, the Hyatt McCormick in Chicago NYJ, where "Vernon" prowled the streets. What a prick he was. Ben and I had the same upstairs room, where me met some Germans. These Germans were COMPLETE opposites to the unholy satanists I was involved with in my stay, they were really cool and chill about everything. Ben showed them footbag and explained everything, and they were genuinely interested. We gave them a map with directions to the tournament, and whole-heartedly expected them to think we were stupid and not show up. Ben learned more about what is to become of his Europe Trip, and we finally showered in the clean bathrooms. The soap was in Honey containors, you know the bottles that are shaped like beehives....Which infact aren't shaped like beehives. Fuck,
and it was pink. We woke up to free pancakes that the hostel made for us, and were glad that we could cut up our bananas and apples to make them more eventful. In the rain ben and I trekked to the Ryerson University campus, a hefty walk away, and somehow kept talking about random shit. Chapters is stupid, and doesn't open until 10:00 AM, so we showed up at 10:10 or so and they still weren't open. Crazy toronto-arians. We took one wrong turn for about 1/8th of a mile, and then ran by Dundas Square which is kind of like the New York "Times square" everyone knows and loves. This would eventually become a certain someone's spot of glory. So, vagueness aside, Ben bought some Spenco insoles and we both attempted to get the Tim Hortons cashiers to toast the bagels we bought ourselves at Rabba. Apparently they wont do that though, which blew. At the University, we found ourselves an hour early. It was an adventure finding our way into the basement, where the gym was, but when we got there there was a clearly labeled "FAT" poster on the doors. Locked, so we went and found a free computer where we surfed the "fizzied" and tried to watch that worlds video. The computer had quicktime and downloaded the video, but it was SUUUCh a piece of crap that it wounldn't load more than the green opening screen. Ben told me I should hit ZigZag, and somehow on my strongside I hit it FIRST try ever. It took another 30 on my flip, but the motion for ripstein is so strongly engrained that my flip just didn't even look as goodwhen I did hit it. I had a bloody nose which, was attractive considering the wad of toilet paper I had stuffed in it. Ben got fed up with waiting and found Josh (dreds) in the Gym and we started to warm up, when another handful of people also showed up at the Gym. We started some circles, and I gave some tips. I still feel like such a douschebag when I give tips, because I know that I am not good enough at tricks to give the BEST advice possible. But, I can help them hit the trick better than they are presently, so that is what I did do. Everyone was appreciative, so that was less of a deal than I thought it was I guess.
Jon Haber showed up with Breakfast. JOHNNY showed up too! Go Johnny suderman! What a hero. Anyway, all of this day was kind of a blur. For six hours we just played footbag and ate Camilles awesome food. Green and Yellow peppers and Dip was a good idea, same with baked goods and gatorade. That really made the day bearable, as most tournaments you starve half of the time. Circle competitions! I don't have to say much about these, as I don't want to spoil too much. I will say Johnny fucking rocked it though.
After circle, the plan was for ben and I to shower and go back to the Bar that everyone was going to hang out at. Zac Forth was our new companion, and he made it exciting. He doesn't enjoy running through the last seconds of the walking signal however, and Ben and I had to wait a total of like, 5 excrutiating minutes the entire trip. It is funny how insignificant stuff like that is. We went to a Taco Bell/KFC, which apparently bought eachother out and merged without any of us knowing it. 2 out of the three of us were high as a kite, so my conversation with these nameless two was pretty hilarious. The things that they find funny are, funny. I got a poutine, because I was determined to find a place that sold good poutine that I could give to Penske. He never had it in his entire North American life, so I figured he had to try it. We showered. Came back. Before we went to the Bar however, he stopped by Dundas Square, and busked. It sucks that we don't know how to busk properly, because we forgot to put down a hat. Zach has such good busking ability, and you can tell he practises playing for the masses. I was the only one in short shorts, but I was SOOO sore that I couldn't play any better than as if I was in Jeans. We eventually walked away from the live singing performance, and found some breakdancers. The main breakdancer was twisted, as he had this mask on.
and it was either creepy of funny, depeding on the look he gave people. Zach walked up and showed them footbag, and they had a decent acceptance of it. I don't know how he did it. Anyway, we trotted along and found the bar, where all the cool people were. I also met a fellow named Paul, who apparently founded all of the Toronto scene in the first place. He was very intelligent, and had alot to say about anything you could throw at him. Well spoken for sure. We spoke alot of how footbag progresses, and an interesting point about mulroney was mentioned. Vasek will obviously be remembered, but we wondered if someone as influencial as Mulroney is would be. Ponder it, and if you are a new player ask yourself, if you didn't see the flipsider video of mulroney, would you have any idea who he was?
Booyah! FOOTBAG!
So, write up here we come. I am excited about this one.
Was I ever not excited about one?
So, Friday. I go to school, backback full. I was second guessing myself all through the day as to what I might have forgotten at home, as I was not going to make it home before I caught the bus to Toronto. Mid Calculus I walk out and there was a "good luck Jay" grunt from the class, as they for whatever reason think I will win it. It confuses me, as I can't accurately describe that just because I might have placed in Grass that I was LIGHTYEARS away from the best. It was a perfect green sunny day, and as I walked past my former house on the way to the bus station I thought about how I used to skateboard everymorning at 6 AM before school, and wonder why I don't do that for footbag. Perhaps it is because I used to not have homework, and I was 10 and didn't care if I woke anyone up. The bus ride to Toronto was odd, as I was tired and the traffic was horrible, so I slept.
I take out the map Mike Faille made, and inspected it. Jebus, he did such a good Job! A must have for any event in a city like Toronto. He even drew a footbagger acting like Godzilla prouncing around Toronto getting shot at by planes. Phone numbers were on it, and a COMPLETE itinerary for the weekend. Such a good idea. So, I look at the map, and walk to the HTO *Hpo?* spot, relook at the map, and realize I was retarted and that I had to walk 400 more meters to get to the other park. Good thing it was in the same direction. It gave me the long time to get the nervous/excited footbag Jam juices flowing, and I prayed to god one of the many runners/bikers of Toronto wouldn't Mow over my ankle and render my useless. Finally, I approach a set of stairs with shrubbery about, and see sweaty people. Most of the FAT crew was there and shredding, James was playing too. There were two circles, and I got to give Josh *lackey* his Grass shirts he requested. Josh is still Josh, and he still plays footbag like Josh. He also wears GRASS shirts like you would expect Josh to wear them. Around the corner I saw a dear man with a buzz cut taking pictures, and felt bad that I didn't recognize him. I didn't want to be awkward and walk up and say "I don't know who you are, I am Jay, hear me roar!", so I sat on a bench.
Two minutes later, I double take, and it was Andrew Grant! HE didn't have hair! Or red climas for that matter, he was fully clothed. He was really approachable once I didn't have to roar, and he and Ben Rawsko inspired me to play instead of sit my fat ass on a bench. Me and Ben stayed in the same circle most of the day, which made me automatically juxtipose (I butchered that. Ouch) the relationship Zac/Matt have, and wonder if I had it with Ben. Good thing is, Ben rocks, so it didn't matter what I had with him. He was playing in Quantums, instead of a broken barefoot like he was at Grass. That made me happy. He does two dex toe shuffle like nothing. In fact, his legs move so smoothly I am not sure how the bag doesn't just walk about, and start up a conversation. For those who don't know Ben's style, just imagine what a skinnier version of Vasek's clipper game would look like, if he played as smoothly with his toes. Ben hit some cool stuff, and his blurry whirls are spot on. More and more people started to show up, and with every new face I had some sort of memory. Jon Haber had the best entrance, as he wore some styley shirt and had black Gunits. Jon really makes the footbag event, so I think if I ever throw one that is out of ontario for whatever reason, I'll fly him out. Seriously, I didn't hang out with him at ALL this event, but when I do he always makes everyone around him a happier individual.
Jorden didn't come until Saturday, so no Jorden write up..
Penske however, did. Same with Matt Cross and Tom Mosher. Mhmm. When they walked up everyone acted a little like guys do when a hot girl walks by, the "am I doing this right" feelings go through everyone's mind. The question of "How do I introduce myself to him, and how in the world can I even shred with him!?" thoughts are torrenting themselves through each persons brain. I am lying, these thoughts were probably only going through my mind, but just like when I met Jorden and Clavens, after the first 3 words come out of your mouth I turned into a giddy school girl and didn't give a hoot. Crap, I missed Rabba! Ben and I were the only people staying at the Hostel on friday night, and he knew that we would need food. So after a 20 minute trek with shorts and sweat we got to a grocery store named Rabba and bought "fud". Carrots, a single cucumber, bagels and apples (which, were manly. Just like in the movies they crunched). To accompany this we bought an 8 litre jug of water, which saved us that weekend. It was a bitch for Ben to carry, as I was carrying the food itself. Hour by hour it was less of a hastle, as we drank it dry by the last minutes of our departure, without any sparing or rationing.
Penske. Penske was shredding, and I wanted to watch so I parked myself on a nearby bench, and he was destroying the bag. You could tell he was going for themed Runs, and no one was complaining. His double downs are sweet, and he hit quite a few bothsided toe shuffle runs which looked effortless. Eventually someone left the circle, and I was invited (or did I invite myself?) into the circle. Mike Faille and Camille also accompanied the circle, and it was pretty light hearted. I don't think Andrew Grant knew that I got giddy when I played with people who can play footbag. Everytime that I jumped up and down or clapped uncontrollably Andrew gave the biggest "What the hell is he doing" smile and laugh there is. Penske didn't say much about it, but when Andrew told me I would have to change my shorts soon he laughed pretty good. Turns out Penske is good at Footbag. He gave me some tips, same with everyone else. He also gave props which was cool to see, as he is one of the best. He took requests and didn't mind when my blabbermouth kept asking questions or asked him to hit tricks for personal note taking, which was selfless of him. His fluxes are nice, same with everything infact. He is a pleasure to watch, and you can really tell that he is putting effort into changing his style to be more controlled.
Eventually Ben and I reunited, and most everyone (Jorden/Johnny/Zach excluded) showed up. It was definetly dinner time, and as footbaggers are unmotivated to make a joint decision it took Tom Mosher about 30 minutes to actually lead the herd and direct us in the name of Nourishment. Even after we got the group of 30 people to start moving, somehow only 10 of us remained, twenty steps out of the park. The 10 of us went around Toronto, when the famous line *by penske* "What is that needle thing" erupted.
We then went to Subway, a smaller one, and gave them our money in turn for their Food. Along the way to subway and in Subway, the talk was alot about Top Players, and how their personality/take on things affects their shred. It was so weird to hear how Penske thought, because he is a rather unfamiliar face in the eastern scene. I think that I am going to take alot of what he said, about enjoyment, and work it into how I am. Then again, I could fall on my face trying, because it is difficult to change how you have thought for the last 17 years of your life. Matt Cross really directed the conversation, because he is the definition of Matt Cross. I was trying to tink of some sort of adjective to make him, but he is really just Matt. Everyone who knows him will know what I mean, he is just, so cool and has really good things to say. He also makes it to SO many tournaments, so he has quite a bit of experience with everybody, which makes good story time. This was also the first time any of us really heard Penske's mouth run, and just talk about stuff which entranced us all. Good stories of Prague and the dear Vasek were mentioned, and somehow there was only one "That's what she said" joke the entire time. I wonder how it feels to walk around in the Quantums of Jim Penske, as this was his second tournament he was FLOWN to in the spring of 2008. To know that you are good enough at Footbag to have someone take the money they made and tell you to get on a plane is pretty awesome. He probably knows that though,
So, most of us had to split ways as it must have been around 10:30 by the time we were done at Subway. Jesus, that is two days ago right now. *sad emotions*. Ben and I just sort of merged in the direction of Tom/Matt/Penske, as we had NO clue where our Hostel was. We both assumed someone else would know, which was kind of stupid. Even more stupid, was when we finally got to their car we looked on the Map and the hostel was RIGHT THERE, where Mike drew it. On the walk back, the uniqueness and general, nice, ness of Ben Rawsko really shined through. He makes it to quite a few tournaments, which is great because everybody should know him. He is one of those guys that is so lighthearted and intelligent that you can't have a bad conversation with him. He claimed to have a bad sense of direction, so I was fortunate enough to hold Mike's Map the entire trip. SUCH a good map! You guys have no idea. We made it to the Hostel, where it was far cooler than expected. TONS of people were there, and it had a pretty "I don't care, just don't make a mess" attitude, and the receptionists must have been <30 years old. It was quite a different feel from say, the Hyatt McCormick in Chicago NYJ, where "Vernon" prowled the streets. What a prick he was. Ben and I had the same upstairs room, where me met some Germans. These Germans were COMPLETE opposites to the unholy satanists I was involved with in my stay, they were really cool and chill about everything. Ben showed them footbag and explained everything, and they were genuinely interested. We gave them a map with directions to the tournament, and whole-heartedly expected them to think we were stupid and not show up. Ben learned more about what is to become of his Europe Trip, and we finally showered in the clean bathrooms. The soap was in Honey containors, you know the bottles that are shaped like beehives....Which infact aren't shaped like beehives. Fuck,
and it was pink. We woke up to free pancakes that the hostel made for us, and were glad that we could cut up our bananas and apples to make them more eventful. In the rain ben and I trekked to the Ryerson University campus, a hefty walk away, and somehow kept talking about random shit. Chapters is stupid, and doesn't open until 10:00 AM, so we showed up at 10:10 or so and they still weren't open. Crazy toronto-arians. We took one wrong turn for about 1/8th of a mile, and then ran by Dundas Square which is kind of like the New York "Times square" everyone knows and loves. This would eventually become a certain someone's spot of glory. So, vagueness aside, Ben bought some Spenco insoles and we both attempted to get the Tim Hortons cashiers to toast the bagels we bought ourselves at Rabba. Apparently they wont do that though, which blew. At the University, we found ourselves an hour early. It was an adventure finding our way into the basement, where the gym was, but when we got there there was a clearly labeled "FAT" poster on the doors. Locked, so we went and found a free computer where we surfed the "fizzied" and tried to watch that worlds video. The computer had quicktime and downloaded the video, but it was SUUUCh a piece of crap that it wounldn't load more than the green opening screen. Ben told me I should hit ZigZag, and somehow on my strongside I hit it FIRST try ever. It took another 30 on my flip, but the motion for ripstein is so strongly engrained that my flip just didn't even look as goodwhen I did hit it. I had a bloody nose which, was attractive considering the wad of toilet paper I had stuffed in it. Ben got fed up with waiting and found Josh (dreds) in the Gym and we started to warm up, when another handful of people also showed up at the Gym. We started some circles, and I gave some tips. I still feel like such a douschebag when I give tips, because I know that I am not good enough at tricks to give the BEST advice possible. But, I can help them hit the trick better than they are presently, so that is what I did do. Everyone was appreciative, so that was less of a deal than I thought it was I guess.
Jon Haber showed up with Breakfast. JOHNNY showed up too! Go Johnny suderman! What a hero. Anyway, all of this day was kind of a blur. For six hours we just played footbag and ate Camilles awesome food. Green and Yellow peppers and Dip was a good idea, same with baked goods and gatorade. That really made the day bearable, as most tournaments you starve half of the time. Circle competitions! I don't have to say much about these, as I don't want to spoil too much. I will say Johnny fucking rocked it though.
After circle, the plan was for ben and I to shower and go back to the Bar that everyone was going to hang out at. Zac Forth was our new companion, and he made it exciting. He doesn't enjoy running through the last seconds of the walking signal however, and Ben and I had to wait a total of like, 5 excrutiating minutes the entire trip. It is funny how insignificant stuff like that is. We went to a Taco Bell/KFC, which apparently bought eachother out and merged without any of us knowing it. 2 out of the three of us were high as a kite, so my conversation with these nameless two was pretty hilarious. The things that they find funny are, funny. I got a poutine, because I was determined to find a place that sold good poutine that I could give to Penske. He never had it in his entire North American life, so I figured he had to try it. We showered. Came back. Before we went to the Bar however, he stopped by Dundas Square, and busked. It sucks that we don't know how to busk properly, because we forgot to put down a hat. Zach has such good busking ability, and you can tell he practises playing for the masses. I was the only one in short shorts, but I was SOOO sore that I couldn't play any better than as if I was in Jeans. We eventually walked away from the live singing performance, and found some breakdancers. The main breakdancer was twisted, as he had this mask on.
and it was either creepy of funny, depeding on the look he gave people. Zach walked up and showed them footbag, and they had a decent acceptance of it. I don't know how he did it. Anyway, we trotted along and found the bar, where all the cool people were. I also met a fellow named Paul, who apparently founded all of the Toronto scene in the first place. He was very intelligent, and had alot to say about anything you could throw at him. Well spoken for sure. We spoke alot of how footbag progresses, and an interesting point about mulroney was mentioned. Vasek will obviously be remembered, but we wondered if someone as influencial as Mulroney is would be. Ponder it, and if you are a new player ask yourself, if you didn't see the flipsider video of mulroney, would you have any idea who he was?
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Hey i hope that box showed up in time? i got a call from a customs lady mid-last week who was basically a cunt and didn't want to let it through because i valued it so low. i'm like, bitch it doesn't matter, they're just prizes, i'm not about to sit down and explain to you the history and intent of planetfootbag. ugh she pissed me off... so anyway I hope they got there!
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Second Half of writeup, because modified wont let me post it in one big thing.........
I got a little restless, and the group of us Young-sters went out to Dundas Square again. Zach was drunk and burnt out, although you coulnd't tell because he was energetic as ever. He even played footbag pretty well. We showed off for sure, and Ben hit his first (I think?) Spinning ducking neck catching handstand. The crowd loves handstands during footbag. Everyone had their try at DATW for the crowd, and I hit ripstein, which wowed them a bunch. We met up with the Breakdancers again, and I was even convinced by Ben to play some footbag on the mat they had. It was cool I guess, but I felt a little bit like a dink by stealing a minute or two of their show. They were probably tired anyway. After we got Zach to go back to the bar, instead of playing as much dangerous drunk footbag as possible, we said re-hellows to everyone. I talked with Jorden a bit about his Circle Comp. win, and he is such a cool dude. He has such a positive and "learning" point of view about life that it can't help but make you see things his way, a glimpse into his mind. By the way, Penske said that Poutine really just tasted like mashed potatoes and gravy, which was good, but his poutine in my opinion was sub-par. It had Cheddar cheese for gods sake. Matt Cross was in the background doing an Andrew Grant interview, which I think will turn out pretty well. Andrew is a cool guy, and I think my question asking tactics of death got on his nerves a tiny bit. Either way, in a circle with him he showed me alot of stuff and with good form. He has such a solid warm up routine, rediculous really. Every tiltless link imaginable, and then he just goes all the way up to hitting a beast.
The walk back.
I am not sure how much of this I can put on modifed, but I will sum up what happend for me Ben Zach with a few words.
-Lions growl and knocking over a tree
-Throwing a table on a random escalator
-replanting flower arrangements
-slight molestation of street signs,
-Screaming "THAT IS SEXIST!" when looking at a Male pedestrian sign...
-Zach's big 12 inch slice in his ribcage.
-Crusty Clit poem.
we went to bed. We were all in seperate rooms. Before t
SUNDAY
*Some sunday morning song plays in the background*
The plan was to wake up at around 9:00 and get pancakes. I wake up at 9:45 and Zach is inches away from knocking on my door to wake me up. Seeing the friendly face, I eagerly went downstairs and BEEEEN roscoe made me pancakes! They had stopped making them, and like a true champ he made me fucking food! HE had NOOO obligation to do something that generous. Pimp. We called Mike just to make sure what we were going to do in the Rain, because the schedule on his awesome map told us we were going to be playing outside. He told us to sit tight, and wait for a bit to call him back when other people were actually awake enough to understand the vital situation. We all went to Tomothy's, which is a little coffee shop and talked footbag. Zach has pretty optimistic views of how much potential footbag has for the mainstream, and from my pessimistic view of everything it was a refresher. In the middle of the conversation, while me and Ben eat our desserts for breakfast, Zach comes back and informs us that he is godlike. He is such a nice guy that he bought us breakfast sandwhiches, and said it was just because he didn't get to do enough nice stuff for his fellow footbaggers.
I SUCK! I've never done something so nice in my entire life.
We ate the breakfast sandwhiches, which were super tasty, and we talked and shot the shit for another hour. We then called Mike and he told us the shred-meetup spot at Union and we got there right on time. The FAT crew, with the exception of Mike, was already there and we all woke up slowly. ZAch of course was footbagging, and trying some really hard tricks on request. Most failed however, because marius at 12:00 PM with sore all-weekend-long-hack legs don't mix. He was so into it though, I don't know how he had the energy. People trickled in, and finally the entire group including Camille Johnny and Penske came in. Penske, again, was in the search of food and we, again, didn't respond. Instead we went to the shred spot, because it was raining and cold outside. The building was really cool,, pretty beautiful raindow cool, and everyone was visibly worn out. Some circles formed, and Penske asked me and Jorden if we wanted to feed ourselves. So, abandoning 20 footbaggers were went to Harveys. We took our sweet time, and like footbaggers, looked at 20 restaurants before we decided on the first one we passed. Jim didn't know what Harvey's was, and was pleased with the burger. I was oddly proud of the fact that he liked it, which was odd because I have nothing to do with the Canadian Fast food industry. Just some sort of "Canadian food is good enough for Penske" feelings rushed through my emotions.
We walked back, and everyone was waiting for us. I felt a bit like an inconsiderate member, as we held up an entire group from leaving the place. We actually walked right by, as a group, the place that we just ate harveys which was kind of funny. Matt Cross had to go, and we all hugged and said goodbye. It was a sad moment, but 5 minutes later we found him near a cash register purchasing some yoghurt, and as a stealthy group we stood a foot behind him as he ordered. He turned around, and had the "wait, WTF?!" face all within about 1.5 seconds. It was just one of those comical, you had to be there things to appreciate his reaction. We ambled through the corridors of underground union station, and found a shred spot. It was warm and big enough for a couple circles, which was a good backup plan for a rainy day.
There was shred here and there, and many a goodbye. Matt Cross did a couple of interviews, and Jorden hacked and juggled. The one Matt Cross interview, I actually inverviewed Matt Cross. This experience was thrilling, as some kid 3 years from now is going to watch it, and it will be history. This isn't to make it sound epic, it is just weird that it will be such a weird frame of mind in such a short time. He instructed me to do some things in order to produce a good video, and afterwards I felt like I lacked in alot of areas. I need to learn to smile like Matt Cross. Everyonce in a while, after I was talking I'd look back at him and he'd have this huge smile, and it reminded me that I wasn't smiling. He is just so captivating in his speech, he is the perfect person to do interviews. I played a little bit with Camille, and hit some ok strings for a warm up, but my legs were just wasted. I got my first super clean and controlled blender->zooming, which I have never tried before. After a few more goodbyes from various people, and Penske tearing it up, I said goodbye and left, and then realized my train was 30 minutes later and came back. I reintroduced myself to the group, and then had to say goodbye and then left again. I will end the write up with some dialogue...
Jorden: (to someone, while juggling) Hey, have you seen the reverse box?
Jay: (to Jorden, after he did the pattern) Um, what is a box?
Andrew:(Looks at Haber)
Haber:(Looks at Andrew, gutter minded)
Laughter.
I got a little restless, and the group of us Young-sters went out to Dundas Square again. Zach was drunk and burnt out, although you coulnd't tell because he was energetic as ever. He even played footbag pretty well. We showed off for sure, and Ben hit his first (I think?) Spinning ducking neck catching handstand. The crowd loves handstands during footbag. Everyone had their try at DATW for the crowd, and I hit ripstein, which wowed them a bunch. We met up with the Breakdancers again, and I was even convinced by Ben to play some footbag on the mat they had. It was cool I guess, but I felt a little bit like a dink by stealing a minute or two of their show. They were probably tired anyway. After we got Zach to go back to the bar, instead of playing as much dangerous drunk footbag as possible, we said re-hellows to everyone. I talked with Jorden a bit about his Circle Comp. win, and he is such a cool dude. He has such a positive and "learning" point of view about life that it can't help but make you see things his way, a glimpse into his mind. By the way, Penske said that Poutine really just tasted like mashed potatoes and gravy, which was good, but his poutine in my opinion was sub-par. It had Cheddar cheese for gods sake. Matt Cross was in the background doing an Andrew Grant interview, which I think will turn out pretty well. Andrew is a cool guy, and I think my question asking tactics of death got on his nerves a tiny bit. Either way, in a circle with him he showed me alot of stuff and with good form. He has such a solid warm up routine, rediculous really. Every tiltless link imaginable, and then he just goes all the way up to hitting a beast.
The walk back.
I am not sure how much of this I can put on modifed, but I will sum up what happend for me Ben Zach with a few words.
-Lions growl and knocking over a tree
-Throwing a table on a random escalator
-replanting flower arrangements
-slight molestation of street signs,
-Screaming "THAT IS SEXIST!" when looking at a Male pedestrian sign...
-Zach's big 12 inch slice in his ribcage.
-Crusty Clit poem.
we went to bed. We were all in seperate rooms. Before t
SUNDAY
*Some sunday morning song plays in the background*
The plan was to wake up at around 9:00 and get pancakes. I wake up at 9:45 and Zach is inches away from knocking on my door to wake me up. Seeing the friendly face, I eagerly went downstairs and BEEEEN roscoe made me pancakes! They had stopped making them, and like a true champ he made me fucking food! HE had NOOO obligation to do something that generous. Pimp. We called Mike just to make sure what we were going to do in the Rain, because the schedule on his awesome map told us we were going to be playing outside. He told us to sit tight, and wait for a bit to call him back when other people were actually awake enough to understand the vital situation. We all went to Tomothy's, which is a little coffee shop and talked footbag. Zach has pretty optimistic views of how much potential footbag has for the mainstream, and from my pessimistic view of everything it was a refresher. In the middle of the conversation, while me and Ben eat our desserts for breakfast, Zach comes back and informs us that he is godlike. He is such a nice guy that he bought us breakfast sandwhiches, and said it was just because he didn't get to do enough nice stuff for his fellow footbaggers.
I SUCK! I've never done something so nice in my entire life.
We ate the breakfast sandwhiches, which were super tasty, and we talked and shot the shit for another hour. We then called Mike and he told us the shred-meetup spot at Union and we got there right on time. The FAT crew, with the exception of Mike, was already there and we all woke up slowly. ZAch of course was footbagging, and trying some really hard tricks on request. Most failed however, because marius at 12:00 PM with sore all-weekend-long-hack legs don't mix. He was so into it though, I don't know how he had the energy. People trickled in, and finally the entire group including Camille Johnny and Penske came in. Penske, again, was in the search of food and we, again, didn't respond. Instead we went to the shred spot, because it was raining and cold outside. The building was really cool,, pretty beautiful raindow cool, and everyone was visibly worn out. Some circles formed, and Penske asked me and Jorden if we wanted to feed ourselves. So, abandoning 20 footbaggers were went to Harveys. We took our sweet time, and like footbaggers, looked at 20 restaurants before we decided on the first one we passed. Jim didn't know what Harvey's was, and was pleased with the burger. I was oddly proud of the fact that he liked it, which was odd because I have nothing to do with the Canadian Fast food industry. Just some sort of "Canadian food is good enough for Penske" feelings rushed through my emotions.
We walked back, and everyone was waiting for us. I felt a bit like an inconsiderate member, as we held up an entire group from leaving the place. We actually walked right by, as a group, the place that we just ate harveys which was kind of funny. Matt Cross had to go, and we all hugged and said goodbye. It was a sad moment, but 5 minutes later we found him near a cash register purchasing some yoghurt, and as a stealthy group we stood a foot behind him as he ordered. He turned around, and had the "wait, WTF?!" face all within about 1.5 seconds. It was just one of those comical, you had to be there things to appreciate his reaction. We ambled through the corridors of underground union station, and found a shred spot. It was warm and big enough for a couple circles, which was a good backup plan for a rainy day.
There was shred here and there, and many a goodbye. Matt Cross did a couple of interviews, and Jorden hacked and juggled. The one Matt Cross interview, I actually inverviewed Matt Cross. This experience was thrilling, as some kid 3 years from now is going to watch it, and it will be history. This isn't to make it sound epic, it is just weird that it will be such a weird frame of mind in such a short time. He instructed me to do some things in order to produce a good video, and afterwards I felt like I lacked in alot of areas. I need to learn to smile like Matt Cross. Everyonce in a while, after I was talking I'd look back at him and he'd have this huge smile, and it reminded me that I wasn't smiling. He is just so captivating in his speech, he is the perfect person to do interviews. I played a little bit with Camille, and hit some ok strings for a warm up, but my legs were just wasted. I got my first super clean and controlled blender->zooming, which I have never tried before. After a few more goodbyes from various people, and Penske tearing it up, I said goodbye and left, and then realized my train was 30 minutes later and came back. I reintroduced myself to the group, and then had to say goodbye and then left again. I will end the write up with some dialogue...
Jorden: (to someone, while juggling) Hey, have you seen the reverse box?
Jay: (to Jorden, after he did the pattern) Um, what is a box?
Andrew:(Looks at Haber)
Haber:(Looks at Andrew, gutter minded)
Laughter.
Jay Boychuk