Growing up, I don't remember any particular fondness for discs. Sure, I could toss a backhand at a picnic as well as the next hack, but what more did I know than that? Things began to change when I went away to college at the University of Colorado at Boulder and met some fine young lads in Libby and Baker Residence Halls. Some of these guys went on to be early members of Mama Bird , CU's club team, but I never took that opportunity. It was a choice between ultimate and volunteering at the campus radio station, KUCB (now KVCU.) Although it delayed my full initiation into ultimate, I definitely made the right choice, but that's another topic...
My first memory of ultimate was pickup on Baker Field (between Baker Hall and Duane Physics.) A group of friends who knew each other in Libby went out to play a few times my freshman and sophomore years. My first ultimate injury came when I stuck my leg in a hole and opened a grotesque gash in my knee while going for a score. I was lucky not to have totally screwed up my knee.