I'm half Spanish, and my sister married a Guatemalan, so I'm "Tio Ken." But you can call me "Uncle Kenny" if you like.sen wrote:3) Congrats uncle Ken! Uncle Kenny? Uncle Ken-Ken?
I'm finally back in my office in Denver, after being out for the last 10 days. This means I'm digging my way out of a mountain of work, which makes the days go by very quickly, but also means I don't have any time for blogging. But then, I'm paid to work, not blog, so that's probably a good thing. At this stage I'm already half-resigned to the fact I won't be able to blog Worlds 2012, which is sad. That said, USO was only a one day event for me, so I'm going to take a stab at blogging it. Apologies in advance if this is kind of half-assed.
Pre-tourney
As readers of this blog may have gathered, I had high hopes for this summer competition wise. Last year I attended a ton of tournies, and in routines I finished in 1st or 2nd place at all of them (including 2nd at Euros, and barely missing gold at USO). Therefore, I really was hoping this year I'd be able to either make finals at Worlds or win the USO. Unfortunately, I was unable to do either. But let's not get too far ahead of the narrative. When I got back from Poland I was really hoping I'd do better at USO. Unfortunately, work threw me a curveball by sending me on a business trip right before USO. By "right before" I mean that less than 24 hours before comp began, I was in Arizona on business. I'll explain in a minute, but the relevance of this trip to my preparation is that it basically prevented me from practicing footbag the week before USO. I spent most of that week walking around a powerplant and dam in steel toed boots and a hard hat, and the only times I could play footbag were in the mornings for 45 minutes right when the sun was rising. I didn't do a single routine run-through, and the days were exhausting. I'm not saying this is why my routine went badly...but I doubt this helped me at all physically or mentally. To sum up: I had high hopes for my routine at USO, but didn't feel prepared going into it. This wasn't the first time work has messed with my footbag aspirations, and I doubt it will be the last. That said, I'm glad I have a job, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to go to Worlds or USO in the first place.
Friday
I wake up with the sun rising over Lake Powell. I look at my suitcase on the floor which I packed the night before, and it strikes me how weird it is that I actually packed my USO suitcase a week before that. See, I had bought my USO tickets (Denver-Portland) several months ago, so when I found out I'd have to go to Arizona for a week, I came up with a (logistically ambitious) plan. Since I was going to Portland with my girlfriend, I packed two suitcases: one for my work trip, and one for USO. On Friday I arrived in Denver around 4, met my gf at passenger pickup, parked in the long-term lot, swapped my Arizona bag for my Portland bag, and was on a plane by 6:30 to Portland. If my original flight had been delayed or canceled I would have been screwed, but thankfully it worked out. We arrived in Portland without issue, and took the conveniently located tram to get to our hotel. I later learned that there was a free airport shuttle to the hotel, which would have been more convenient, but at this stage I was just thrilled I made it. Because of all my work travel, I'm a platinum member at Marriott hotels, which resulted in a nice surprise: our room got upgraded to the executive suite, and we got 2 complimentary drink vouchers for use in the bar. Nice. We dump our stuff and go get food at a nice Japanese place, then call it a night.
Saturday
Slept pretty well the night before, but adrenaline wakes me early and I know I'm not going to get back to sleep. We check out a cool brunch joint, where I make a point to have some coffee and not overeat. We walk back to the hotel, where I get a text informing me that there will now be two rounds for routines instead of one. The news strangely doesn't phase me, since I see a few positives in this development. First off, I figured I was one of the few competitors who'd have 2 different routines prepared, which seemed like an advantage. I also knew that by having two rounds of routines, judging would be sharper since they wouldn't have to keep track of as many routines at once. In the abstract I realized that adding another round of routines would make the day longer, but I wasn't too worried about it for some reason. I watch some TV at the hotel before heading out.
I take the bus to get to the site, and get a little nervous I'm cutting things too close, as I get a couple texts from people telling me I'm in the first pool which is starting shortly. I have a mini-flashback to Helsinki 2005, when I got on the wrong tram and had to run onstage for Sick3 finals, completely cold. Thankfully my gf's smartphone directs us OK, and I get there just before routines begin. I see a bunch of people I want to greet properly, but I also want to get into my shred gear to warm up for routines. I say a few abbreviated hellos, and start warming up. The way things would turn out schedulewise, this would be one of the few times I got to play with people like Reilley, but I didn't realize it at the time. The only shred highlight I remember was hitting 9 tomahawks in a row midstring.
I make a point not to watch the routines preceding me in my pool, and when it's my turn to go up I feel strong. My music starts, and the first 10 seconds go well. Then, I somehow drop an inside stall while I was trying to readjust. Ugh. It doesn't throw me too badly though, and I finish up the routine with 2 drops.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiyOC831e5g[/youtube]
Since its the first round, all I care about is making it to Finals with a top 4 seed, since I figure that's the performance that will matter. I figure my performance was good enough for that, so I try and stay warm as the second pool competes. Once the second pool ends, the seeding for Finals is announced. I'm frankly baffled by the results, as I find out that Justin Dale went dropless but entered Finals with a low seed, and Nick also went dropless but is somehow seeded behind me. I have top seed, which surprises me, but I'm also stoked about. I figure being top seed gives me the luxury of adjusting my routine based on how well everybody else performs in finals. I try not to think too much about the results from the prelim pools, and instead get a coffee to help me energy-wise in finals.
I'm loosely aware of the other routines that precede mine in Finals. I watched some of them until the first drop, and then tuned out to work on staying warm. I watch all of Bevier's, and instinctively think I need to beat his...which I think I could do if I go dropless. When it's my turn to go up I gather my thoughts, and walk to the spot. My music starts, and I feel fine. My second cue is a little shaky, but once I pass that I feel my confidence rise. I'm feeling very good until the juggle section, where I'm amazed to pick up a drop. In all my practice sessions, I hardly ever drop on a juggle, so it throws me a bit....but its the next drop that really frazzles me. Its during a shuffle section, and once it happens I can't refocus on closing strong. In my mind I know that the two drops have doomed me. I drop on the final trick, for a total of three, which feels like the final nail in the coffin.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6mnMrpdjpo[/youtube]
When it's mercifully over I somehow have the presence of mind to bow to the audience and judges. I then walk out of the comp area...and keep walking. At that moment I don't want to talk to anybody, to hear any words of comfort, or to have to face people and navigate small talk. I keep walking til I'm out of the park, and then I walk some more. I stop at a building a block away, and rest my head against the wall. Such a crushing, shitty feeling. Once I clear my head, I resolve to move past it, and at least make a good effort in Circles. When I get back to the site some people tell me they think I should end up in 2nd or 3rd, but at that stage I didn't really care. I didn't go dropless, and I knew I didn't win. Where I finished was a moot point, though I was a little surprised I ended as low as I did (5th). I wouldn't rewatch either routine until I did this write up...but I'm kind of glad I rewatched them. At the time, they both felt like awful routines, but watching them now I see they weren't as bad as I thought. Certainly not my best, but not as crushing as I remembered them either. So I guess its good I'm doing a write up after all.
I go clear my head by tossing frisbee with some strangers. This makes me feel a bit more recentered mentally, but I know Circles will be very hard to get through. At this point my body has cooled down, and I feel emotionally exhausted from the letdown of routine Finals. To make things worse, I'm in the 4th and final pool of Circles. To recap: I was top seed in routine prelims, top seed in routine finals, and final pool in Circle prelims. Basically I couldn't have had my comps spaced out further if I had tried. At this stage in my career, I feel kind of like a pizza. When I'm fresh, I can compete with mac and cheese or spaghetti. But unlike those foods, I don't reheat well...especially multiple times. I decide my best gameplan is to rely on two things: caffeine, and tapping into the raw, still open emotional wound that was my shit performance in routines.
Next: Ken gets caffeinated and pissed.