While I was explaining ultimate frisbee to a very skeptical Israeli today (he called it “nerd square” which has to stick somewhere for something: Whit, you’re in charge of making up a game in time for New Years), I made a strange connection with something Baudrillard wrote about in “America”. He talks about how America, specifically cities in California like L.A. and Santa Barbara, are achieved utopias. I have decided that this is why Santa Barbara ultimate players are such assholes. They are “living the dream”, so to speak, and because their home and their lives are such perfection attained, their ultimate must be as well. Hence them always being right. About everything. Even when they clearly stepped into me and I was giving them ample space to pivot. Totally my fault. I will never contest a Santa Barbara call again. Instead I will say, “I apologize for impeding your utopic vision achieved.” I implore everyone to do the same and see who gets slapped first.
