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Sunday, December 4, 2011

World athlete

I can't believe I haven't written about ultimate here yet. I've only written twice since I've moved to Hong Kong, which is pretty bad, but ultimate has been an immense part of my life here - more than it ever was in the states, which is hard to believe. Ultimate was only a part of my social life in the states, where I had friends from all sorts of school-related activities and other places.  Upon landing here, I really didn't have any friends right away and so I found the ultimate community right away, which is a great way to make 30-40 quick friends.  Ultimate on this continent is so great in so many ways, which might go counter to your expectations if you knew a little bit about ultimate.  After all, it is an American sport and many, many more people play it in the states.  In addition, unless you live in downtown Manhattan, field space is easier to get in virtually every American city than in Hong Kong, or most Asian cities. Even though it is very much a fringe sport, it's still relatively well known (at least people have somewhat heard of it) and it's  relatively easy to find a league or pickup. The top teams are extremely competitive, to the extent where I don't think an athlete like me could possibly make an elite club team.

In Asia, the obscurity of the sport serves to make the sport more fun, not less.  Spread by Americans, ultimate has invaded the rest of the world in some predictable ways.  Countries with strong US connections, like the UK and Australia, have very strong ultimate programs.  The top nations read somewhat like a G-8 summit, with Japan, Italy, Germany and Sweden also in the mix.  Locally, the community seems to be about 60% ex-pats (a lot of Canadians) and 40% local Hong Kong players, though quite a few of those have experience abroad.  The result is an interesting, diverse player base with vastly different experiences. However total, there are less than 200 active players here. The ultimate experience, which is a mixture of athletic and social everywhere you go, definitely leans more towards social in Asia.  A lot of this is because of the numbers - it's easier to get to know everyone that plays ultimate in the entire city. When you aren't playing against different strangers every week, you tend to become closer to your opponents.  In addition, for the ex-pat community, it is a chance to meet a lot of people also undergoing your similar experience, with a hobby in common to boot.  One surprising thing I discovered was that many of the ex-pat ultimate players learned to play in Asia, and not from their home countries like me.  They found the community here through friends and really clicked with it.  Even many more were just casual players back in North America but more serious here.

Teams here are weird and not exactly set.  There are many tournaments throughout Asia over the year, in places like Hong Kong, Manila, Bangkok, Shanghai, Jeju, Hanoi etc. Individuals decide on their own what tournaments they can attend, and then teams are formed based on the people who go.  Amazingly, you will see many of the same people from all over Asia at all these tournaments. Some former Asian ex-pats who have now moved home, often plan their vacations to return to Asia around these tournaments, playing in them with their old friends.  It's quite a scene.  You will see many teams of friends living in disparate cities who assemble at tournaments and form a team that has never practiced together.  Some of these teams not only compete but win tournaments.  In more casual tournaments in the US, this isn't entirely unheard of, but it's certainly rare.  The US tournament scene in addition is dominated by the club championship series.  Most club tournaments early in the season are opportunities for strong clubs to get experience playing together and to train for sectionals/regionals/nationals.  These are teams with tryouts, practices and identities.  Many teams here just have jerseys.

There is also the National Team scene.  In the US this doesn't enter the conversation very much, because the US is the best country in the world at ultimate. To make the team, you have to be absurdly great.  I've seen a lot of great players but I'm not sure any of them will be on the US team to World's 2012 in Sakai, Japan. Here in Asia, there are many countries, all theoretically with national teams, and a wide disparity in the talent between them. There are also relatively strict eligibility rules, limiting the number of foreigners a national team can have.  In Hong Kong, to be an eligible local, you don't need to have a HK passport (which I don't have), just a ID card with 3 stars (which I do have).  So through some very friendly rules, I was eligible for the Hong Kong National Team.  Though I'm still very much an average player in the states, a marginal club level handler, here I'm one of the best males.  I was one of the players selected to represent Hong Kong in the Asia Oceanic Ultimate Championships in Kaohsiung, Taiwan.

The AOUC occurred from Dec 1-4, and had an open (men's) division and a mixed division.  The countries in the open division were India, Singapore, Taiwan and Japan. In the mixed division we had Hong Kong, Singapore, Taiwan, Australia and Japan.  If you're surprised at the number of teams present, you should be. In all my time playing ultimate I've never been to a tournament with less than 8 teams - the average college tournament I went to had at least 24 open teams. With only 4 opponents, we played everyone twice. I think organizers were disappointed with the turnout, which was not an improvement over the exact same tournament held in 2007.  Traveling for this tournament is difficult and expensive, especially for the many countries in the region with a low GDP or visa restrictions.  Indonesia, Malaysia and the Philippines could have competed very well at this tournament, but probably could not afford to attend.  China had meant to send 2 teams but its players could not get visas. We even had a player who was born in Guangdong province, who though had been in Hong Kong for over 7 years, could not get his visa processed.  Only a first world country like Australia could send a team on 8 hour flights. Incidentally, this was India's first time at the tournament, but they were woefully underprepared.  The team did not have cleats and barely had forehands.  They scored 1 point all tournament.

At this point I will shift from informative to the old Cal travel diary story-telling style.  It should be a different blog post but no one reads this anyway.

I couldn't make the Thursday games because of work vacation time restrictions. So I flew in on my own Thursday night with the intention of playing Friday and Saturday, still with the opportunity to play all our opponents.  I was very excited all day, unable to sit still at the office.  However early in the day I got an email from DragonAir saying that my 7pm flight had been moved to 9:55pm due to "operational reasons."  I'd be getting into Kaohsiung after 11, which wasn't terrible but not ideal.  Whatever.  At the same time I'd been having difficulties with my phone. My American iPhone had been unlocked, but the unlocking was no longer working no matter how many times I repeated the procedure. My Uncle Andrew, who apparently travels with at least 4 cell phones, had given me his 2 year old spare and so I put my pin into that one.  However, some point in the last 2 years, the phone's touch screen had gone haywire and it now reacted terribly. I could not type at all and half the time I pressed anything, it made a call. I also could not turn it off without taking out the battery.  So I'm extremely frustrated with all this phone stuff, but I throw it all in my bag and worry about it later - after all I'm going to a foreign country where I won't have service anyways. I Google our lodgings in Taiwan - the Kindness Hotel, and check it out on a map and write down its name in Chinese.  I wrote down the number, I saw that it wasn't too far from the airport and near a subway, etc.

DragonAir website said my 7 o'clock flight was cancelled.  I had been under the impression that it was delayed.  Still I had the email saying I was on the 9:55 one, so I hoped for the best and went to the airport early.  I had walked all the way down to the subway and was waiting for the cars when I realized I didn't have my cleat bag.  Absolute necessity.  Went back up and got it.  Whatever.  The subway trip to the airport took about 45 minutes including 2 annoying but manageable transfers. Airport security however had issue with my nail clipping scissors, which are important for ultimate tournaments.  Whatever, they're really blunt, but I'm here early so I'll go back and check them in.  Second time through security and emptying my pockets and laptop, they check my backpack again.  This time they discovered a mysterious sharp object in my bag. For the life of me I didn't know what it was.  They went through all my stuff before finding this thing I use to remove my studs in my cleats.  Completely harmless.  Sigh.  In a very pissy mood, I put all my clothes back into my backpack and glared at security.

I read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo all the way through the flight and hopped out in Taiwan, excited to be in a new country for the first time in over a year.  After picking up my cleats, I confidently walked out to get a taxi, ready to pump out some Mandarin.  However after telling the taxi driver where I want to go, he looks at what I've written down, pauses for a minute, and then finally starts driving.  We're on the road for about 10 minutes when I happen to see a sign for the hotel on the side of the highway.  We keep driving though, and I get suspicious that this driver is trying to cheat me.  We drive another 10 minutes before I get uncomfortable and say I think we've gone too far.  We insists that we're going to the right way, to Kindness Hotel.  I tell him the address that I've written down and ask him what district we're in.  He's like "Huh? I thought we were going to this place." Oh you're kidding me.  He tells me there are like six Kindness Hotels in Kaohsiung.  Crap.  I order him to turn around and go to that street.  Very conscious of how tired and frustrated I am, the drive back to 福德街 seems to take forever.  He gets to the street and asks, "What now?"  I'm like "huh? Take me to no. 22."  At every street intersection he turns around to ask me what to do next.  At one point I snapped and said "THIS IS MY FIRST TIME IN TAIWAN! YOU'RE FROM HERE! YOU'RE THE TAXI DRIVER. YOU TAKE ME THERE."  I can't remember the last time I was this mad.

There was nothing at 22 FuDe street.  It was a completely empty narrow alley.  The driver turns around like "I told you so."  He told me there was a Kindness Hotel 4 blocks away, and I was like great! take me there.  We get there and I can't wait to get out.  I'd been very observantly watching the meter this whole time and it said 35.0.  I didn't know a thing about Taiwanese money or prices, just that it was less than Hong Kong, so I threw him a 100 dollar bill. He responded that it was actually $350, and with the airport fee, $400.  You've got to be kidding me.  This sounded like a lot - I didn't know then that this was about $10 USD.  I didn't want to argue though so I just gave him the cash and ran away.  I go straight to the concierge in a huff and say, "Room 715 please."  They respond at me with blank stares and say, "we don't have a room 715." What?? I show them my booking information, complete with the address and telephone number of the Kindness Hotel.  They tell me that I'm not at the right Kindness Hotel - there were 13 in total.  At that I threw my cleats bag on the ground as hard as I could.  They figured out which hotel I should have been at from the phone number, called me a cab and told the driver where to go.  At this point it was 12:20am.

Somewhere along the cab ride I started freaking out.  I had gotten my information about the hotel from Google - I had no idea at the time that there were 13 places with the same name. Everything I wrote down could have been inaccurate, including the phone number.  There was a chance I had copied the phone number from the tournament website, in which case it would be correct, but I wasn't sure.  I had no working phone, the only thing I could do was go to reception and ask to use the computer. I mentally readied myself to arrive at the wrong hotel and to get set for another half hour or so before I could sleep.  However, right when I landed and opened my taxi door, I heard someone exclaim, "Cal!" I looked up and saw my teammate Mary, and my goodness she could have been a vision of Mary mother of God at that moment.

Luck had it that our first game was at 10 and I had plenty of time to sleep.  I quickly noticed that, purely in terms of facilities, this would be unlike any tournament I had ever been to.  Nearly every tournament I'd ever been to, my team had driven up in crowded cars and stayed 6 to a room in some crappy motel, and played very early in the morning in some fields in the middle of nowhere. Here, we stayed at a 4 star-hotel, usually 3 to a room. The showers had separate soap and shampoo for men and women - we also had a bathtub.  The breakfast buffet consisted of more than bagels and frozen hard-boiled eggs, but instead had offerings ranging from toast to tofu, congee to cereal to ice cream.  Yes, ice cream with cereal.

All games were held at 3 stadia spread out over the city, including the Kaohsiung National Stadium which was built for the 2009 World Games.  I missed out on my chance to play there, which is a pretty special place with a dragon weaving design that hearkens to the Bird's Nest.  We had buses shuttling us to our venues.  It was a little weird, a little cool, playing in these giant stadiums with tons of empty seats surrounding us.  After the games, Taiwanese food was catered to us, which certainly beat the bananas and peanut butter bagels I was used to stateside.

 Host Taiwan was our first opponent.  Ultimate had caught on strong in Taiwan and the organization there took this tournament very seriously. Talent wise, the team was only slightly better than us, but they had played together A LOT more. Supposedly the team was composed largely of a university team, and they had been required to take 2 weeks off together and basically go to a training camp for the tournament.  Unheard of.  That makes a huge difference in ultimate, especially in Asia where tournaments often consist of pickup teams playing together for the first time.  After giving Taiwan a hard fight for the first half, our star Calvin left to fly back to Hong Kong for a work event.  We got rolled pretty good in the second half. We were never at full strength for the rest of the tournament, steadily dropping players.  

Australia is another regional power, predictable from its English-speaking ties to the US.  They had assembled their team by broadcasting a call for people capable of attending to put their names into a hat. A committee had then selected the players based on what they knew of them, getting input from people in different regions.  There were no tryouts.  The process, which I actually think was really good, created a team of mostly older players who could afford to take a vacation to Taiwan, and included two players, Kwang in Guangzhou and Sarz in Shenzhen, who were located in China.  They didn't play with great chemistry, but with a lot of veteran experience, they came together during the weekend.  They had some very talented females who were able to huck to each other over all the men for scores.  They beat us pretty good too.

Singapore was the one team we should have beat.  This Asian city-state is even smaller than our Asian city-state and has a Westerner dominated frisbee scene.  Still they managed to put together a talented young team with lots of athleticism and players willing to play defense. They made a lot of mistakes though and we went up 4-0 on them right away. Since we had lost by 3 the previous game, we needed to win by 4 to surpass Singapore in the standings. We were in position to do so at 9-6 when soft cap blew.  We scored to make it 10-6, game to 11.  When they made it 10-7, we knew that we had to win this next point.  Unfortunately we didn't catch a pull that ended deep in our end zone, and ended up turning the disc right on the goal line.  Just like that our dreams were squashed.  10-8 then became 10-9.  That point seemed to have been played out entirely within 20 yard of their end zone but through several blunders and a dropped layout by me, we failed to score.  On universe point, we drove right down to the end zone before dropping it.  They turned around and hucked it, and all I could do was stare as a lucky breeze blew the disc away from our defender into a Singaporean player in the end zone to win the game.  That was among the worst losses I have experienced.

The Japan team played us right after that.  It was my first time ever seeing the legendary Japanese players in person. Japan is a preeminent world power, with their top club team Buzz Bullets routinely beating the best American clubs and winning worlds.   With the upcoming 2012 worlds in Osaka, I think Japan should be favored.  They are renown almost mystically in the US for a disciplined, unorthodox style of play.  All of this was on display when we played them. Unfortunately we got rolled so hard (17-3) that I didn't even really get to see their full performance, but they were certainly impressive.  The team never relented, keeping great form even when there was no need for it.  A wide open Japanese cutter caught the disc at full speed, stopped and threw a low release flick just inches above the ground, with absolutely no one on her.  This was one of the better teams I had ever seen - the other tournament teams would have lost to most good club teams in the US.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Two ultimate stories

A big part of this graduate year of mine was the rare opportunity to play a 5th year of collegiate ultimate. Collegiate ultimate, as governed by USAUltimate, actually has strict eligibility rules that essentially mandates that players can only get 5 years of eligibility, starting from the day they first play in a USAUltimate sponsored event and continuous. This means that if you play all 4 years of college, take a year off and then go to law school, you can't play as a law student. You do wonder how much this is a factor for certain people. I know someone who played ultimate at Colorado, one of the top teams in the country. This year I saw that he was a law student playing at Cornell, also one of the top teams in the country (and going to Nationals), as well as a top law school. He seems to be in a situation that is both tremendous for his academic and athletic life, which makes me inclined to believe that ultimate was a significant factor in his decision to choose schools. For me, it was certainly a factor, an added bonus that made the the lure of staying school all the more attractive. I definitely wasn't going out of my way for a 5th year, and I'm certainly not a good enough player to justify that, but it was a nice reward. And incredibly, my 5th year exceeded all my expectations, taught me more about ultimate, athletics and myself, capping my college career better than I could have possibly imagined.
I don't want to or need to recap the season, but there are two stories worth telling. Coincidentally, they both took place on the same field, the great turf fields at the University of Delaware.

I need to start off by saying I've always been interested in the mental aspect of sports, ever since my own mental struggles essentially caused me to quit tennis. I think the mental aspect of

sports, or really any sort of pressure-filled endeavor, is pretty relatable to most people. In athletics, I always had the most difficulty with moments where I had too much time to contemplate what I was going to do, such as free kicks in soccer or serves in tennis. That's one reason I'm in no rush to play golf. I love however when sports allow for instincts to take over, when you make plays without even thinking about it. Ultimate is mostly a sport of fast-paced instinctual response. However just like tennis, a poor play can linger in your mind and really dog you if you let it. Sometimes, the nature of the game is such that you make a bad pass and then don't have a chance to redeem yourself for quite some time. It took me years to learn to avoid dwelling on these mistakes, and to just go back out and play as well as I can. But I made a lot of progress over the past year and felt very confident in my mental game entering a tournament at Delaware this past fall.

I think it was a semi-final game against Shippensburg (a random rival). We were down 12-11 in a game to 13. Ship was pulling to us and we expected them to throw zone. I was handling on this crunch time point and elected to receive the pull. The pull fluttered in the wind so I chose to let it hit the ground, rather than risk dropping it. However at the last minute it flattened out and suddenly I decided to reach forward and grab it and get a throw off before they set the zone. The disc was nearly ground level by the time I reached out and before I had a chance to second guess my decision, I was staring at a disc that had most definitely bounced off my hands and hit the ground. I had dropped the pull, a cardinal sin in ultimate, and on game point for the other team no less.

Despite all my focus on preventing mistakes from affecting my play, I stood there catatonic. Nobody on the sidelines could believe what just happened. Several of my teammates were already cutting to get ready to receive the disc. Shippensburg was quick on the uptake though and yelled to get into offense. Everyone on our team scrambled to find a man to cover and I tried to do the same, but everyone I kept going to was already covered. In ultimate, when you make a mistake on offense, you really can't think about it because you have to immediately play defense. Yet here I was, catatonic and unable to find someone to cover. Finally I saw the other team's main handler go to pick up the disc, and I ran to cover him. He was at least 6 feet, that is to say a whole 5 inches taller than me, and was within 10 yards of the end zone. If he got a break throw around me, the game could easily be over and I'd be the scapegoat, twice on this one point. It took every ounce of my focus and intensity to force myself to not think about the drop, to just focus on guarding this handler. He immediately did go for a backhand break, but I sidestepped right with him and hyperactively flashed my hands all over the place, and he had to turn and dump it. I sprinted with him, terrified to let him score on me. The handlers swung it to themselves for what felt like an eternity, but didn't get any closer to the end zone. My guy caught it again and this time went for a high release backhand. Somehow I reached my hand up as high as I could, and I think he only meant to fake the throw. But somehow, some way my hand hit the disc and maybe he accidentally released it, but the disc came out and sputtered straight to the ground. We both stood there, shocked, and I half expected him to call a foul or a strip. But he didn't, and I yelled "TURNOVER" and sprinted into offense. I let someone else pick up the frisbee because I was pretty terrified of committing another turnover. Shippensburg set up their zone and our other handlers worked it up the field. I was at the far sideline, half hoping I wouldn't have to handle the disc, half steadying myself for the possibility that I'd need to make a pressure throw. And the disc did come to me, but I looked off more risky options and made the simple throw back to the main handler. We made some more low risk throws and the cup grew impatient and tried to stop those throws. The disc comes back to me and I look back to the main handler. The Shippensburg defense moved to prevent that throw and succeeded. Suddenly I saw a crossfield opening to hit the handler on the other sideline. It was a throw I had misfired many times in my life but I didn't think about that, I just reached back and flung it all the way through the zone. The other handler caught it and quickly had open men downfield. That throw had broken the zone and we marched upfield and scored. When our captain Pete caught the disc in the end zone, I remember running right behind him and then falling to my knees, so grateful that my stupid error hadn't cost us the point and the game. We won the next point, the game and finished second in the tournament.

The next story is from this year's Conferences tournament (formerly known as Sectionals). Conferences is the first of three tournaments determining a national champion. This year in a restructured format, 6 teams would advance from our Conference towards Regionals, and only the winner of our Region could get a ticket to Nationals. Due to the restructuring, a funny consequence was that our conference only had 9 teams. Reaching Regionals, which had once been considered an exceptional achievement, was now a complete joke.

So we approach the tournament with the mindset that we would try to win it. Georgetown never won a tournament during my 5 years, so I was pretty eager to go out with a win. However, Saturday of the tournament was rained out. We drove up to Catonsville that night and started play on Sunday at 8am. We rolled over our first 3 opponents including a resounding 8-3 smacking of arch-rival George Washington. However, after a bye, we switched fields and played terribly against a decent Towson team. Losing by two points, we then watched in horror as our best player Mike Drost came close to getting a d but ended up getting his shoulder pulled out of his joint. He headed to the hospital with a dislocated shoulder and we lost that game.

Luckily our record that day automatically gave us a top 4 finish, which meant we would make Regionals. Unluckily, Saturday's washed out games would be made up the following Saturday, which fell smack in the middle of our Easter Break. We were the only school that had an Easter Break and half of our team would be scattered throughout the country. Our team had many discussions and ultimately decided to field a team and encouraged anyone who could play to come play. I actually flew home to Boston and drove down with fellow Bostonian Matt Kerrigan and stayed the night at another teammate's house in New Jersey. 11 of us assembled on the turf fields of Delaware again for an opening game against the host. Now 11 is plenty of players for a pickup game, but for high level college competition, it is an almost embarrassingly low number. The intensity of the game demands at least two full lines of 7 players, and most teams usually bring 18-22. But 11 was a good number for us that day because it essentially meant as much playing time as we wanted. Several of the players present that day didn't normally get too much playing time, so we relished this opportunity. We also knew that there were no expectations on us, and every score we got, every turnover we forced would be a huge victory and build our confidence.

With Mike Drost watching from the sidelines in a cast, we came out with a lot of energy and played Delaware even to 6-6. Then while catching a score, Matt Kerrigan bumped into his defender and popped out his shoulder. It was pretty unbelievable seeing two dislocated shoulders in as many days, and a huge loss for our team. With Matt at the hospital, we barely scored a point and lost badly to Delaware in the second half. I particularly remember playing poorly that half and felt completely frustrated that I was putting in so much effort with so little results.

Next up was a rematch with Towson, who was keenly aware that they were facing nearly half the team that they had beaten just the previous week. Now playing with 10 players, we came out with both vengeance and desperation, the likes of which you read about in historical battles where a vastly outnumbered force successively defends themselves. Towson probably never saw that coming and quickly went down 3-0. From there we never let them back up. Our team played as hard on defense as they possibly could and somehow made as good throws and catches as we were capable of. Everybody was out there making highlights. One of mine was a strong crossfield hammer that I threw to Alex Bodaken for a score that left Towson shaking their heads. I think around 11-7, Towson gave up and decided they wanted to go home, their regionals berth already secured. We won that game going away.

Finally we faced Maryland, with fairly low stakes on the line. The winner would finish 2nd, the loser 3rd and seeding at Regionals would perhaps slightly change. Mike Malloy had finished the Towson game with bad cramps and talked the Maryland team into shortening this game to 11 points, instead of 15. With one great upset victory in hand, we did not come out with much fire this game and predictably found ourselves down 1-3. On the following point, I played with some sharp knee pain and took things quite gently. As such, my man blew right by me on defense and caught the disc near the goal line. He threw a break throw around my absurdly weak mark to a wide open cutter in the end zone. The Maryland cutter then committed one of the worst drops I have ever seen in ultimate, flubbing that soft throw into the ground. I stared in disbelief, before deciding to pick up the frisbee and try hard. Though we may have been jogging through the motions, I felt that Maryland had insulted the game of Ultimate with that awful drop. We marched that disc downfield and made a nice score that fired up our whole team (now down to 9). With our intensity back up, the game became fun again. It seemed that every score we got was a sheer act of defiance, and we impishly kept trying to cheat death. I wasn't playing scared of making mistakes, but excited to bring our team to yet another unlikely point. When we had a chance to tie the game at 4-4, Malloy came back to play and we became convinced we would win this game. I think from there we took half at 6-5, and just rolled through to 10-5, capitalizing on Maryland mistakes like never before. After Maryland fought back for two points, we marched downfield on offense again. From the handler position I cut deep but found too many people in the end zone. Coming back in I caught the disc near the sideline, 15 yards from the end zone. Turning around, 3 people cut towards the front corner of the end zone. Looking away from that mess, I saw Alex Bodaken in the end zone again, maybe a yard off of his man. I was in the same position to throw a hammer as I had last game, and as I started my motion I think Bodaken actually shook his head. Too late. I fired and despite our team's collective terror, Alex jumped up and caught the pass. We had won the game, and I had hammered the nail in the coffin on my sectionals career.