"...You have to get, really, practice, like eight hours every day. Then you get good level and then you can compete....There is no money, so players are like big family and that is what I -like" -Vasek-
What a bitsh. Reminds me of the time I was in Colorado at a hotel, and the nearest gym was some place called "anytime fitness." There were about 2-3 other people there at most (at fucking 9 at night) yet the girl running the place kicked me out because apparently there wasn't enough room (I was perfectly comfortable with the amount of room I was taking up) and when people did that before in there the bag would always go flying. I explained the difference between footbag and hacky sack, and did a short string to show her that I had all the control in the world over the bag, and it "wouldn't go flying," and all she said was "sorry." I love when they don't even give proper explanations of why you can't play there. As if we're somehow disrupting everybody, even if there's no one around.
continuing to shred even though it's obvious they want you to stop and they're just standing there watching is so incredibly fun. Keep fightin the good fight, Scott.
Pat Thomsen
Syracuse, New York - The connecting point to footbaggers in the NE and Canada. We make pancakes and air conditioners.
I was expecting just a confrontation from the way it's titled so I barely paid any attention to the shred, just waiting in anticipation of some shit talking. Then nothing really happened and now I feel like a dick.
