Frisbee

There were frisbee tryouts in Toronto this weekend. As is usually the case with frisbee, I in theory have lots of stories to pick from, but I'll stick with one. You know that arm band (aka "the bandit") that I were on my throwing arm? I couldn't figure out what the hell I had done with it after taking off for the lunch break. I was sure it would turn up, but remained puzzled and played the scrimmage without it. When I got home, I found it in the cuff of my sweatpants - which means it was stuck there for not only the warm up drill, but also the entire subway ride home. There was a few moments that my ankle felt weird, but I'm spilled some water earlier and I thought "yuck, wet sweat pants are heavy".