I’ve been playing ultimate frisbee the past couple weeks with folks from Bryn’s work. Gotta stay in shape during this short softball off-season. It’s a pretty fun game and definitely a good workout.
But I take issue with name, “Ultimate.” Doesn’t that seem like a pretty pretentious name for such a hippie sport? Like it’s the “ultimate” pinnacle of human sporting achievement?
No other sports require such a superlative name. Baseball is baseball. Basketball is basketball. Football is football. (Well, unless it’s futbol…) But as far as I know there’s no such thing as “ultimate” hockey or “ultimate” golf.
Serious players won’t even acknowledge the “frisbee” part; it’s simply “Ultimate.” Even during the game, the frisbee is always a “disc,” never a frisbee. Let’s not kid ourselves people, we’re just playing a semi-organized game of catch with a frisbee. Sure, there are teams, strategies, and touchdowns, but I think calling it Ultimate oversells it a bit.
Did You Know?
According to About.com, the origin of frisbee flying discs can be traced to the (now defunct) Frisbie Baking Company of Connecticut. In the late 1800s and early 1900s, New England college students let their empty pie tins take flight over their grassy quads. Birkenstocks and hacky-sack followed soon after.
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