man what a great event! You guys were working so hard the entire time... I really appreciate the sacrifices you made to make sure everyone had a good time.
My favorite part was the veggies! All day I alternated between migrating among the circles, and chowing down on yellow peppers and cauliflower. Also it was awesome to get skooled by Johnny in Circle... I think it's one of the most exciting aspects of that competition format. I was trying the whole time to outdo him because it was my only chance at advancing, and then right after I dropped twice on alpine legbeater, he ducks an atomic midstring! That was the best moment of my whole weekend.
Saturday night was a blast. At dinner everyone tried to form one big table to sit at and there was no leadership or direction or thinking it through, so it ended up being one big mess of tables that kinda made a "T". People seemed kind of annoyed, but I was thinking to myself "the bigger the disaster the funnier!" as I added another table. Paul Toews and I and a few others talked for awhile about footbag since Mulroney 01, and similar stuff. Paul has seen a lot over the years, it was good to discuss all that stuff with someone like him. Then I chatted with that dude from England, I forget his name, we talked about godknowswhat for about half an hour... I dunno I was getting pretty drunk by that point. hahah I got soo drunk! The last thing I clearly remember was James being like "You really think you're gonna outdrink me in Montreal? Just look at you!" Yesterday I saw the pictures... he was right :/ But at least I was feeling good enough to show up on Sunday morning! PUNK! I have very little recollection of the trip back to Mike's, but the pictures are good refreshers. Still don't know what was going through my head when I was swaying in the wind, lol. Thanks for making sure I got back safely!
Friday night was good too. Sometimes getting around is the most fun part, like when Andrew narrowly missed getting hit by a car or the 8 people in Doug's Tank on the way back to Mike's.
All that was only a small part of the weekend... thanks again to Mike and Camille and everyone for being there.
T.O. JAM!!! May 16-18th
Awsome write-up, Jay! Very flattering to everyone, except you! You're so cool! Give yourself some credit for bein' awsome. PS: you got soo good at footbag!
The whole weekend rocked. The guy from England was Elliot, Chris. He was from our hostel and he had nothing to do that night, so he came out with us. I hope he made it home alright that night...
Lots of enthralling discussions over the weekend!! Very interesting indeed. If it were only for this, I would be glad to have attended. But then there was also a bunch of shred with good buddies, killer shred to watch by Penske and the Destroyer, uber-fun handstand contests (made more fun by my winning!!
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), a cool tourney-T, and all the food/drink/smooth-running competition thanks to the well organized nature of this year's T.O. Jam. I hope there are more!!
thanks for hosting this, guys!
-Ben
The whole weekend rocked. The guy from England was Elliot, Chris. He was from our hostel and he had nothing to do that night, so he came out with us. I hope he made it home alright that night...
Lots of enthralling discussions over the weekend!! Very interesting indeed. If it were only for this, I would be glad to have attended. But then there was also a bunch of shred with good buddies, killer shred to watch by Penske and the Destroyer, uber-fun handstand contests (made more fun by my winning!!
-- ), a cool tourney-T, and all the food/drink/smooth-running competition thanks to the well organized nature of this year's T.O. Jam. I hope there are more!!thanks for hosting this, guys!
-Ben
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Man, you know it was a good weekend when i forgot beng missed by inches. Big thanks to that taxi driver, his keen eyes and his well cared for brakes. A big FU to camille's strange long board :schris dean wrote:Sometimes getting around is the most fun part, like when Andrew narrowly missed getting hit by a car
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Hey, don't talk about my baby like that! I told you to be careful. It's a slalom board. It's wacky indeed, but fun once you're used to it. I recall you saying something to the effect of, "I've been a boarder for years, I'll be fine!"
But I'm just happy you're alright. That could have been terrible. And afterwards you kept saying "The board is ok," as if that's what mattered!!!
I told you to be careful. It's a slalom board. It's wacky indeed, but fun once you're used to it. I recall you saying something to the effect of, "I've been a boarder for years, I'll be fine!"But I'm just happy you're alright. That could have been terrible. And afterwards you kept saying "The board is ok," as if that's what mattered!!!
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080616- Day 1
Friday night Rishell and I arrived at Union after a 2 hour greyhound ride. The ride sucked but I was happy to be in Toronto knowing that I'd soon be meeting up with some familiar faces (and some new ones too). It was a bit chilly but dragging around our luggage was enough to keep me warm. Going to an event in Toronto felt sort of strange, because I've been there so many times before and usually tournaments come packaged with new cities and scenery to absorb. I called up Mike almost immediatly because we needed directions and I was stupid and didnt print of the map that he so kindly made for that EXACT purpose (eek!). I'm assuming Mike was too mad to talk to me (jk) because he immediatly handed the phone to Camille. I hadn't heard her voice in a while. I'm sure her directions were spot on, but Rishell and I were walking under a bridge and that made the phone call a bit hard to hear. I didn't want to get her to repeat herself so I just left it at that, I thought I had the jist of it anyway. With some fuzzy directions, no map, Rishell's quickly improving sense of direction, and her intuition we eventually met up with some footbaggers!
First a pee break! We wandered through a Sobeys and asked for direction. We arrived at the bathroom soon after to find that the womens washroom was out of order. I played bouncer, and guarded the door to the mens washroom. I'm glad that the place was dead because if a guy did come around I doubt I could have really explained to him that he needed to wait. I tried to think about what I would have said, but I'm really awkward with words. Maybe my wanna-be bouncer looks would have kept him off? Ha! I could barely handle my luggage. Rishell came out looking pretty grossed out. I guess it didn't smell like daisies, and I guess it didn't have a couch to lounge on. We had a good laugh though. Definitely a highlight thus far.
Soon we were off on our way again. I called Mike again because I still had no clue where I was going. I was still confused at the end of the call but didn't want to bother him any more. We turn a corner and we saw Jon Haber! He was with one of his Toronto friends. I immediately forgot why I was on some unknown street in downtown Toronto. I forgot everyone that I was trying so hard to meet up with (sorry everyone!). Jon is good company and we were almost instantly laughing. Wit, good looks, Hitler jokes, what more could you ask for? Discover Jon Haber, it's where you want to be! He introduced us to his friend and I realized only seconds later that I couldn't remember his name (more on that later). I let him go on his way soon after we met, surely a person of his social status has better things to do.
Thank you Jon Haber's friend for having a name so utterly forgettable that I realized I have a serious problem. I can't remember new people's names for the life of me. After I forgot his name I kind of promised myself to make more of an effort to remember people's names. It's just practise, right? So I was proud of myself. For the rest of the weekend I remembered everyone's name that I met (with a few reminders, hehe). Ian! Kristina! Dominique! Okay, so there were only a few. Gotta start somewhere. I think I subconsiously didn't want to meet more new people that weekend incase I screwed up my all-time name rememebering streak highscore of three. So this is to you, Jon Haber's friend. I promise that if I ever meet you again (after a second introduction) that I'll remember your name. That way at the end of the conversation I'll have more to say than "Bye Jon, Bye..... Jon's friend!". Ugh. How sad. So yea, thanks, thanks a lot. I'm a recovering name forgetter and a growing name rememberer, and I owe it all to you. And my bad memory.
Up ahead I saw a group of people, but completely disregarded them. They were wearing normal clothes. As it turns out footbaggers wear normal clothes too sometimes, and the group of people ahead was really a group of some of the only people I really care about in the world, some footbag players. I guess that sounds lame, but I'm lame so tada! I was happy to see everyone and we did the whole greety hand shaky huggy thing. In footbag it seems like everyone is a superhero with their own superpowers, and that makes the meetings even that more fun, even if it really shouldn't. Another group ran from across the street to say hi. I guess they were combing both sides of the street so that that no footbagger got left behind. How thorough! And this was only half of the footbaggers, I guess a bunch went to hostels and left with Tom? This is when Andrew GRANT almost got killed by a taxi, trying to save a board with wheels on it. I'm glad you're not dead Andrew GRANT. I almost got killed that weekend too trying to save a takraw.
We all headed to a Swiss Chalet, and we were let in even though it was quarter to close. How much would they spit in our food? We could only guess. Sometimes its best to shut things like that out of your mind. You could spend days thinking about what they could do to your food before it gets infront of you. I hope everyone tipped them well. Except Alex because he couldn't even afford the perogies he ordered (Server: You ordered them though right? Alex: Yes, but I can't afford them!). Damn SPC scam cards. I thought it was suiting that Mike sat at the head of the table. Thanks again for the bed, and your time, and your money, I appreciate it. I had a few glasses of Richards Red (new beer for me!), and I was feeling pretty good, so I was happy to hear that we were leaving to go across the street to Shoeless Joe's...
I ordered a pitcher of Richards with James. If I had a pitcher buddy that weekend it was definitely James. I hope this is a tradition that lasts longer than T.O. Jam. We've already discussed pitcher plans for Montreal! Yes! James and Kristina are really cool, and it was fun to meet and talk. Rishell enjoyed it too. I hope the four of us get to do couply things in Montreal. I got to talk with Ian a bit too, he's so happy and fun to be around. We talked needle for a while while everyone was having fun around us. I ended up trading with him later that weekend, I've got his 35th bag! The server could list about 15 different beers they had and then list them all backwards (facing backwards that is, hehheh). Good times, good company, drinkable beer. You know the fuzzy feeling.
A flock of footbaggers left to Mikes in DTanks car. Rishell and I squashed in the back like the 'T' and the 'L' shaped tetris blocks. I didnt even mind the random bottles of water that were crammed in the back with me, violating me every chance they got. Oh btw no one drink that water. It was so fun though, being close to everyone just cruising around listening to Paper Airplanes (song of the tourney for suresizzles). If getting into the car was anything like tetris, getting out was like jenga. Or Kerplunk!
Mike's place was awesome, decorated in pixelart. Rishell and I got the bed, which I couldn't have imagined the weekend without. I reeaaaally appreciate the bed Mike. More than all of your money, and all of your effort. Ahahha. Just kidding. There are big openings in the walls that join the rooms, and it was funny when Mike told me no funny business because he would be watching. There was no funny business Mike, I promise. Although if there were I guess it would have been on youtube by now? I wasn't expecting the bed so Rishell and I went to walmart before to get sleeping bags, it was a big shopping trip, we went through different options and discussed pros and cons, and eventually landed on the sleeping bags we took with us. Turns out we didn't need both so we used one as a blanket and another I lent to Doug. I hope it served you well! What was it like? Did you shower?
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZ z
Stay tuned for Day 2!
Friday night Rishell and I arrived at Union after a 2 hour greyhound ride. The ride sucked but I was happy to be in Toronto knowing that I'd soon be meeting up with some familiar faces (and some new ones too). It was a bit chilly but dragging around our luggage was enough to keep me warm. Going to an event in Toronto felt sort of strange, because I've been there so many times before and usually tournaments come packaged with new cities and scenery to absorb. I called up Mike almost immediatly because we needed directions and I was stupid and didnt print of the map that he so kindly made for that EXACT purpose (eek!). I'm assuming Mike was too mad to talk to me (jk) because he immediatly handed the phone to Camille. I hadn't heard her voice in a while. I'm sure her directions were spot on, but Rishell and I were walking under a bridge and that made the phone call a bit hard to hear. I didn't want to get her to repeat herself so I just left it at that, I thought I had the jist of it anyway. With some fuzzy directions, no map, Rishell's quickly improving sense of direction, and her intuition we eventually met up with some footbaggers!
First a pee break! We wandered through a Sobeys and asked for direction. We arrived at the bathroom soon after to find that the womens washroom was out of order. I played bouncer, and guarded the door to the mens washroom. I'm glad that the place was dead because if a guy did come around I doubt I could have really explained to him that he needed to wait. I tried to think about what I would have said, but I'm really awkward with words. Maybe my wanna-be bouncer looks would have kept him off? Ha! I could barely handle my luggage. Rishell came out looking pretty grossed out. I guess it didn't smell like daisies, and I guess it didn't have a couch to lounge on. We had a good laugh though. Definitely a highlight thus far.
Soon we were off on our way again. I called Mike again because I still had no clue where I was going. I was still confused at the end of the call but didn't want to bother him any more. We turn a corner and we saw Jon Haber! He was with one of his Toronto friends. I immediately forgot why I was on some unknown street in downtown Toronto. I forgot everyone that I was trying so hard to meet up with (sorry everyone!). Jon is good company and we were almost instantly laughing. Wit, good looks, Hitler jokes, what more could you ask for? Discover Jon Haber, it's where you want to be! He introduced us to his friend and I realized only seconds later that I couldn't remember his name (more on that later). I let him go on his way soon after we met, surely a person of his social status has better things to do
. Thank you Jon Haber's friend for having a name so utterly forgettable that I realized I have a serious problem. I can't remember new people's names for the life of me. After I forgot his name I kind of promised myself to make more of an effort to remember people's names. It's just practise, right? So I was proud of myself. For the rest of the weekend I remembered everyone's name that I met (with a few reminders, hehe). Ian! Kristina! Dominique! Okay, so there were only a few. Gotta start somewhere. I think I subconsiously didn't want to meet more new people that weekend incase I screwed up my all-time name rememebering streak highscore of three. So this is to you, Jon Haber's friend. I promise that if I ever meet you again (after a second introduction) that I'll remember your name. That way at the end of the conversation I'll have more to say than "Bye Jon, Bye..... Jon's friend!". Ugh. How sad. So yea, thanks, thanks a lot. I'm a recovering name forgetter and a growing name rememberer, and I owe it all to you. And my bad memory.
Up ahead I saw a group of people, but completely disregarded them. They were wearing normal clothes. As it turns out footbaggers wear normal clothes too sometimes, and the group of people ahead was really a group of some of the only people I really care about in the world, some footbag players. I guess that sounds lame, but I'm lame so tada! I was happy to see everyone and we did the whole greety hand shaky huggy thing. In footbag it seems like everyone is a superhero with their own superpowers, and that makes the meetings even that more fun, even if it really shouldn't. Another group ran from across the street to say hi. I guess they were combing both sides of the street so that that no footbagger got left behind. How thorough! And this was only half of the footbaggers, I guess a bunch went to hostels and left with Tom? This is when Andrew GRANT almost got killed by a taxi, trying to save a board with wheels on it. I'm glad you're not dead Andrew GRANT. I almost got killed that weekend too trying to save a takraw.
We all headed to a Swiss Chalet, and we were let in even though it was quarter to close. How much would they spit in our food? We could only guess. Sometimes its best to shut things like that out of your mind. You could spend days thinking about what they could do to your food before it gets infront of you. I hope everyone tipped them well. Except Alex because he couldn't even afford the perogies he ordered (Server: You ordered them though right? Alex: Yes, but I can't afford them!). Damn SPC scam cards. I thought it was suiting that Mike sat at the head of the table. Thanks again for the bed, and your time, and your money, I appreciate it. I had a few glasses of Richards Red (new beer for me!), and I was feeling pretty good, so I was happy to hear that we were leaving to go across the street to Shoeless Joe's...
I ordered a pitcher of Richards with James. If I had a pitcher buddy that weekend it was definitely James. I hope this is a tradition that lasts longer than T.O. Jam. We've already discussed pitcher plans for Montreal! Yes! James and Kristina are really cool, and it was fun to meet and talk. Rishell enjoyed it too. I hope the four of us get to do couply things in Montreal. I got to talk with Ian a bit too, he's so happy and fun to be around. We talked needle for a while while everyone was having fun around us. I ended up trading with him later that weekend, I've got his 35th bag! The server could list about 15 different beers they had and then list them all backwards (facing backwards that is, hehheh). Good times, good company, drinkable beer. You know the fuzzy feeling.
A flock of footbaggers left to Mikes in DTanks car. Rishell and I squashed in the back like the 'T' and the 'L' shaped tetris blocks. I didnt even mind the random bottles of water that were crammed in the back with me, violating me every chance they got. Oh btw no one drink that water. It was so fun though, being close to everyone just cruising around listening to Paper Airplanes (song of the tourney for suresizzles). If getting into the car was anything like tetris, getting out was like jenga. Or Kerplunk!
Mike's place was awesome, decorated in pixelart. Rishell and I got the bed, which I couldn't have imagined the weekend without. I reeaaaally appreciate the bed Mike. More than all of your money, and all of your effort. Ahahha. Just kidding. There are big openings in the walls that join the rooms, and it was funny when Mike told me no funny business because he would be watching. There was no funny business Mike, I promise. Although if there were I guess it would have been on youtube by now? I wasn't expecting the bed so Rishell and I went to walmart before to get sleeping bags, it was a big shopping trip, we went through different options and discussed pros and cons, and eventually landed on the sleeping bags we took with us. Turns out we didn't need both so we used one as a blanket and another I lent to Doug. I hope it served you well! What was it like? Did you shower?
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Stay tuned for Day 2!
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I am sad I didn't get to say these things in real life, but that weekend was absolute madness for me, and I feel like I neglected to have quality time to hang out with everyone I care about, and that definitely includes al y'all who attended. Oh well.
I just wanted to say thanks again to Mike and Camille for dealing with a whole lotta stress so the rest of us could have a really great time.
I had a fantastic time, and the music garden was a great spot to pick. I think friday night was when I had the most fun. Despite the advice of the wise elders, I definitely over-shredded, and was a little hurtin for competition day. Live and learn.
I also loved competition day, but for different reasons. I am a big shred-movie watcher, but there is nothing like seeing an open circle competition finals round. That shit was iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiintense! Grant, Suderman, Penske, Moir totally destroyed my brain. I'm still unable to think about anything else, period.
Thanks everyone for a great time. I wish I could've had more time just to chill and get to know y'all, but this is certainly not the last jam I'll attend.
Footbaggers are cool.
I just wanted to say thanks again to Mike and Camille for dealing with a whole lotta stress so the rest of us could have a really great time.
I had a fantastic time, and the music garden was a great spot to pick. I think friday night was when I had the most fun. Despite the advice of the wise elders, I definitely over-shredded, and was a little hurtin for competition day. Live and learn.
I also loved competition day, but for different reasons. I am a big shred-movie watcher, but there is nothing like seeing an open circle competition finals round. That shit was iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiintense! Grant, Suderman, Penske, Moir totally destroyed my brain. I'm still unable to think about anything else, period.
Thanks everyone for a great time. I wish I could've had more time just to chill and get to know y'all, but this is certainly not the last jam I'll attend.
Footbaggers are cool.
Sam Neale
haha Yes, Sam, yes we are. You are very welcome. I was also sad that we didn't get to party, but there will be other times. When are you moving back anyway?
Good job in the competition!!! I was very happy to see you play, you've come so far and I can only imagine how much better you'll get.
By the way, I saw A.J. at Kensington Market yesterday!!! We played hack and talked about you!! He was glad to hear you won the intermediate comp. And his baby is adorable.
Thanks to everyone for the write-ups and appreciation.
Good job in the competition!!! I was very happy to see you play, you've come so far and I can only imagine how much better you'll get.
By the way, I saw A.J. at Kensington Market yesterday!!! We played hack and talked about you!! He was glad to hear you won the intermediate comp. And his baby is adorable.
Thanks to everyone for the write-ups and appreciation.
Camille Surovy
The Footbag Association of Toronto (F.A.T.)
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