sunday

Boston Common, April 28th 2019.

How can I start talking about my Sunday when I didn't catch you up on how the weekend began?
Well, this is the postmorten, so I start with the end, trying to find the beginnings.

This photo was taken on Sunday morning.
After taking the Green Line from Riverside all the way downtown, I sat on the park.
And figured I'd look around the city.

Not much can be seen from there.
Other than Park Street T stop, a crane next to a tall building.
A few others, and maybe some people in the background.

Hey, I'd spent the night at a friends house.
I was barely walking because I hurt my right foot on the game I've had the night before.

'T was Saturday Evening when I attended an Ultimate Mixer.
4 games scheduled from 5 to 11. We've only stayed there till a bit before 10.
Played only three games.
With a team of people, that I don't know.

They know how to play though,
And over time, that spirit of the game caught on to them,
And we're all like sideline cheering,

Calling out cheers for our team names,
Doing games in the middle of the field during intermission,
Or just simply playing throw and catch in the in between.

Too bad for me, I hurt my foot on the first game.
Had nearly two collisions.
Did hit the floor twice.

In the midst of the game,
I didn't stop.
I kept going.
By the time we hit the bar nearby later,
Oh yeah, I started to feel it.

Either way, what did I do before then?
To me, the game brought about many thoughts.
The thoughts of how well do we collectively understand the game?

How are we fitting with the idea of it?
My oh my.
Could I describe what I feel about life,
With how I feel towards Ultimate Frisbee?

Possibly.