Through a new friend of ours, we learned about some pick-up Ultimate that happens in Cooperstown. Excited about the prospect, Mary Ellen and I dropped the kids of with Jesse and Jessica, dug out the old cleat bag, and headed north.
Turns out, we could've left the old cleat bag at home. While there was definitely pick-up, nobody was wearing cleats or even shoes for that matter. So, for the first time in my career, excluding beach ultimate, I played Ultimate barefoot.
As one might imagine, it was a particularly competitive game, but the folks were all very nice, the disc wasn't terrible, and we had a lot of fun running around chasing plastic once again.
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