Tails Never Fails

For those of you that don't know, my brother and I are going to a beach ultimate tournament in Italy this coming weekend. The team is named Manifest Destiny and is formed of people from the United States that are overseas and in dire need of some real intense ultimate (unlike the ultimate scene here in Spain). So we formed this team of randos and are going to take the European ultimate scene by storm.


However, since the team is of randos and we've only played against each other, we decided to hold a convention, much like that held in Philadelphia by our founding fathers, to lay the bricks of the team and get to know each other. This convention, The Santander Convention of 2009, was held in Santander. There were 10 of 12 members in attendance and it is highly probable that the convention was more successful than the Constitutional Convention of 1787.

We arrived on Friday and played a little pickup with the team from Santander. We followed it up with a low-key taco dinner and a lot of talking.

Saturday promised poor weather and it delivered in the morning. Rainy and a bit chilly, we practiced from 11 until 2 and, had picnic under the thick cloud cover. We scrimmaged all afternoon against local teams from 4 until 8 pm. A super intense day of frisbee which was followed by an equally exciting night...

The night began at Decathlon, the Spanish version of Sports Authority. We went in search of uniform clothes for the team. We settled on the idea of red short shorts and white wifebeaters. We bought the entire stock of red short shorts but failed to find any suitable wifebeaters. Not dismayed, we bought beer and made the night happen...some of us more than others.

In a stroke of pure genius, Jon of Grand Rapids Michigan, invented a drinking game requiring nothing more than a coin. The object is to guess the outcome of the coin. You must guess correctly at least twice in a row. Until you do so you must drink for every failure. Once you make it to two, you may pass to the next person. What you pass is a number of drinks. So you automatically pass at least 2 drinks. However, if you are feeling lucky, you can keep going after two and pass more drinks. Jon and I got super into the game and ended up drinking quite a bit. The game rightfully became known as "Tails Never Fails" when Jon took this slogan to heart and refused to guess anything but tails. However seemingly boring this may sound, it was a blast.


All in all, the weekend was a great warm up for Bibione and everyone was psyched to beat up on some Europeans.