Entries this day: Ultimate Uville z_ktru

Ultimate

11:30am Saturday 22 September 2001

Ultimate was cancelled today due to rain, but I didn't know that until I showed up at the fields. Doublechecked the time, just as a guy showed up and asked from his truck window, "ultimate?"

A few more people started showing up until we had about 18 and we played a continuous pickup game for a couple hours. My shorts got crazy muddy on the left side as I slid on my butt for a great catch that I think was not thrown to me, but I recovered it after our other player barely missed it.

My shirt is pretty splattered, but nothing like Bill who did a chest slide trying to catch one of my throws for a point. He didn't catch it, but he got the cheer for effort.

I was ready to quit when someone suggesting playing a game to 7 points. We got to 6 - 6 and I called hard cap; next point wins. About 5 of their points had been Mark to Mark connections - Mark Whorley and Mark Leonard. Quite impressive.

The next point was a short one. Someone (Mark?) hucked it to Mark Leonard, who I was covering. It floated down and he just had the moves and blocked me out. Just as we came down from the jump, two guys zipped by us, bonking me a bit. Nothing bad, but I was just done; ready to go home. They got the point.

Walked across the street to the soccer fields to find the restrooms locked. The community center was open, and full of a volleyball game - looked like junior high girls and parents. I came in all muddy and changed clothes. Came out clean a few minutes later.

On the way home, so thankful that my side of the freeway was moving briskly; the southbounds lanes of 59 were stopped, packed all the way back to Westpark.

Uville

22 September 2001

Excellent job, whoever wrote this.

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot, 
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.

The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way! 
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say, 
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight. 
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright 
But I think that the most likely reason of all 
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban, 
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban. 
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch. 
"They're raising their families! They're going to church! 
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving, 
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!" 
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's, 
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses, 
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools, 
And abide by their U and S values and rules, 
And then they'd do something he liked least of all, 
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small, 
Would stand all united, each U and each S, 
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!" 
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk, 
And he had an idea--an idea that might work! 
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours, 
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers. 
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour, 
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their
sleeping,  All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping, 
Instead he heard something that started quite low, 
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow-- 
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing... 
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing! 
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes, 
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise! 
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small, 
Was singing! Without any towers at all! 
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung! 
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,

Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride, 
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside. 
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall, 
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small, 
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,

For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope. 
For America means a bit more than tall towers, 
It means more than wealth or political powers, 
It's more than our enemies ever could guess, 
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless! 

z ktru

10:45pm CDT Saturday 22 September 2001

A bizarre low number of phone calls arrived at the radio station today; maybe the phone rang 6 times, and twice was the same guy calling back because he thought of a different song I might play.

My only guess as to the low numbers of calls is that there was a huge number of concerts and shows tonight. I'm not sure if that was random or what, but there were two big overnight concerts, each featuring like 20 band/artists. Amazing.

I even tried to give away free passes to Joelstein (or something) to the first five people who came up to the station. Nothing. No calls about it, nothing.

A guy whose name was on his tickets didn't even come to get them.

My theme for the night was to play the track number that matched the song number of the night. The first song I played was track 1 on a CD. Second song was track 2 on a different CD, etc etc until I was scrambling for songs around 23 - 27, and I finally got as far as 29 before I had to give up. It just kept getting increasingly more difficult to find a CD with more than 25 songs on it.

I thought I was going to get to shut off the radio station, as there is no DJ listed in the timeslot after me, but Alex and Wendy showed up at 10 till 10. Wow.