Gnus from the Park

ahh summer

2008-05-31T11:12:00.000-07:00

Beach Girl

2008-05-25T17:14:00.001-07:00

Akumal Mexico

2008-04-29T09:35:00.001-07:00

We had a great trip down to Akumal Mexico. The weather was like the picture all week. I posted way too many pics on my .mac site if anyone is mildly interested.

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Ten years

2008-03-31T06:31:00.001-07:00

I was just reading in the paper about St. Peter celebrating it's ten year anniversary since the big tornado hit the town.....got me to thinking. Ten years ago I was dating Keri, ( I think that was how her name was spelled), and I went down to St. Peter to see the town after it was hit. I remember talking about it to Anita (who I worked with). Sub-Zero was in it's early stages, and we were invited to go to Boston for their Easterns tournament. Tross had helped to place us in the elite group. I was considering going, but wasn't sure because I wasn't much of a big traveler. I was living in St. Louis Park in a drab apartment because I didn't care much about the character of a building. I pretty much only ate take-out food and frozen pizzas. When I had a vacation, I would stay in town, because, again, traveling wasn't on the radar. I still work at the same place, but I was definitely no leader at the practice...which was just beginning to be controlled by the management group that we had a huge lawsuit against. I think about how I was, and how I am....I am still the same guy, just found more of my way....

Spring?

2008-03-18T09:19:00.000-07:00

It felt like spring for a few days. People were out walking around, stretching their legs.....Not that it isn't a bit warmer, but we woke up to a good couple of inches of snow today. The BoB does travel well through it, however. Oh well, 30's the rest of the week, then hopefully.......

Bella wrestles Byron

2008-03-08T07:29:00.000-08:00

You keep a knockin' but...

2008-02-17T13:03:00.000-08:00

You can't come in because we all sick....what a week. Anita had a nasty cold/fever that turned into a sinus/ear infection. Bella was also in the exact same boat, and I had just a smidge of a cold. Bella seems better, she is now motoring around the dining room trying to lick Byron. Nasty.

New tricks

2008-02-10T16:13:00.000-08:00

Ahhh tupperware.

Snow sculptures

2008-02-02T06:30:00.001-08:00

We went to the snow sculptures at the fairgrounds last weekend during our couple of nice days before the deep freeze. Bella seems to like the backpack, and really, 17 pounds on my back is not too much to bear.

Bella is one!

2008-01-07T10:42:00.000-08:00

Turns out she eats like her dad!

Canterbury card club

2007-12-19T13:36:00.000-08:00

John John and I went to Canterbury this past sunday. I had never been there before, but heard it was a nice place to play. I was a bit intimidated as there is only limit hold-em, which I had never played, and with any new place, it sometimes can be difficult to gain some solid ground. I decided to play 3-6 limit which means the ante's are 1 and 3 dollars, one can raise 3 pre-flop and post flop. 6 is the raise on the turn and river. It was a fun day to go as all the NFL games were up on the screens. I felt like I played pretty well. I won a couple pretty big pots and some small ones and came home 200+ to the good.

A little less stress now

2007-12-16T08:38:00.001-08:00

Jury awards $130 million to Twin Cities dentists

A jury has awarded a group of Twin Cities dental clinics more than $130 million over charges that a Massachusetts company had overstepped its legal authority by interfering with patient care.

Link to startribune article

Turtle Lake Casino

2007-11-12T12:15:00.000-08:00

John John, Brian and I went off to Turtle Lake Wisconsin to play some no-limit poker on saturday. JJ wanted to get in on a tournament they have every sat. 100+15 tourney. The casino was no where near as nice as the Cherokee in Tulsa. It was kind of like a huge trailer house from the outside. Inside, the decor was similar to a lodge. We went to the poker room which was kind of a loft area and bought into the tourney. They had some nice flat screen tv's to watch the college games and a complementary hot dog/ brat area that also had beverages..all serve yourself. (ironically, one could purchase a brat or hotdog directly down the stairs for 2 bucks..) The tourney went pretty fast for me... I hit decent cards at bad times and got wounded, then knocked out on pocket kings....John and Brian were still playing, so I sat at a 1-2 no-limit table (which is what I wanted to play from the start). There were heavy betters on this table. The table was extremely loose and aggressive, so I played extremely tight and waited for my chance. It took quite a while. I kept watching this guy to my left just put tons of chips in on questionable hands.....he couldn't be bluffed out. I only won two or three hands, but they were all big and all to this guy. I came out ok overall. winning over 100 at the cash game and losing 115 in the tourney. Interesting people....at one point, Brian and I go downstairs to see about eats....we ask this lady working around the slots where a restaurant would be.... she asks which one? there are 2... one is the mi ki wa (or something) and one is the buffet...which one do we want to go to? We say not the buffet... ok, she says, go to the very far end of the casino, past the craps tables. So we do... throught the haze of cigarette smoke to find that both restaurants are right there next to each other. Anyway, it was a bit of a drive from the cities... I think I want to check out the 2-10 table at treasure island next.

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Gearing up for nationals

2007-10-16T06:42:00.000-07:00

I haven't been to Sarasota for a couple of years, so it feels weird going back to play natties. Masters is a bit of a crapshoot... hard to tell how good the field will be or who the best teams will be year in and year out.

Hold-em

2007-10-09T08:37:00.000-07:00

I had my first foray into playing poker at a casino this weekend......it is way different than sitting around a table at home. Cy and I went over to the Cherokee Casino in Tulsa. We each pulled out 100 bucks, and sat down an a 1-2 no-limit table. Next to me was a young dealer wearing heaps of OSU apparel and CY to my right. The dealer asked us a question which I didn't understand, but Chris said no, so then I did too. We posted blinds and were away. The betting is fast, the dealing is fast, and it was very disorienting. I couldn't get a feel for how to play at all. I folded a couple of hands, then got an AJ in position.....hmmmm. One other person in after the flop and I flop top pair...keep in mind I am still not able to concentrate very well or feel comfortable. I bet 5 on the flop and she just calls. The turn was no help, I bet 10, she calls.....the river...another J. Now I am thinking a value bet and only was trying to figure out how pulling in a bunch of chips goes..I bet 15, she calls. I turn over trip j's, she turns her cards over and I wait for the chips. Except she has a straight. I didn't even see it on the board..man just out of it. I lose out on big slick a few hands later to a flush when I had to 2 pair. 100 bucks went fast.

Luckily (or unluckily) we got stuck one more night in the Tulsa area and I went back to the 1-2 table with John John. I was feeling way better about things today. Bet small play tight. When I sat down, the dealer asked if I had a player card(most regulars have these to pay and play with) no, I said. Do you want to post now, or wait for the blinds...I'll wait. This day went far better. I played a few hands, only losing a bet of 6 bucks one time. I won on top pair, Q's in the hole and a big win flopping the high straight. I felt very comfortable at this table. This time I came out 140 bucks ahead!(thank you JJ for making me stay one more round) John John also came out about the same....so, all in all, I came out 40bucks ahead.

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Separated at birth?

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Learning to scoot

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Van Halen re-unites!

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Mudi

2007-07-22T14:42:00.000-07:00

Well, I played in my first ulti-tournament since nationals of 2004 and it felt like it. It is a similar idea to playing tennis for the first time in a long while. Everything is a bit out of step. Sometimes things feel familiar and actually work, and others....lets just say that I had probably more turns than any other tournament I have ever played. The team was, minus a few players, feeling about the same. We have a bunch of guys that were and still can be very good players, but need to knock a ton of rust off the cleats. That being said, we didn't go out there to win, just have a good time, so goal achieved. It was good to see all the boys again and toss the disc about. Pelicans?? I think not.

Finally...now on to 1000

2007-07-14T06:54:00.000-07:00

500 miles!

Holiday

2007-06-30T12:37:00.001-07:00

A much needed break from work.....The dentistry and the patients are easy. I really don't mind any of the procedures that I do. I just needed a break from all the tension around the office....with the big lawsuit between the docs and the management group finally going to court on the 9th of July, it has been a madhouse of letters, threats, offers of cash..you name it. I just need to get away and clear my head. Both sides have said they will win the lawsuit, but I guess now we will see. Anyway, don't bug me about work, I am on a holiday.

480 miles.

Heat of the morning

2007-06-26T08:29:00.001-07:00

So I went out to run this morning at 7:00 am. As soon as I walked out the door, I knew it would be a difficult 4 miles. It was about 80 degrees and a dew point of 70. I crashed at about mile 3. If I had run the opposite direction, I would have hit some U of M sprinklers along the way, but the way I went, I only hit the long unshaded area all the way down Larpenteur. My legs were dragging for the last mile up-hill on Cleveland. 460 miles....40 to go for 500 since December.

2007-06-16T10:43:00.001-07:00

Went over to Cy's to play some poker last night. A bunch of the usual suspects were there...John John and bro, Dikeberg, Cy, TY..anyway, I finished tied for 3rd among 12. I definately could have done better given the nice flops I saw. I sort of went in with the plan of seeing as many flops as possible and going from there. I hit some very nice cards and built an early lead, but in the end, kind of squandered what I had and went out in a bad play to tie for 3rd. I am quite sure a better player would have probably won with the same cards I saw, but oh well. It was a good time all in all.

Hot Week

2007-06-12T08:56:00.000-07:00

Today, it is hot. We went to como zoo yesterday morning before it got way too hot. We love our new deck with the lattice above. It gives a nice amount of shade.

Track workout

2007-06-07T13:45:00.000-07:00

Did Dave B's track workout today at the dirt track by my house.......arg. I have been putting in many miles running for cardio in the past few months...400+ miles. I am certain that helped prepare me, but it still kicked my ass. The 6 sets of 200 meters is a killer. Thank goodness someone posted this sign, or I may have.

Weekend

2007-06-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

Well, it was a festive weekend in Saint Paul. Friday kicked it off with an icecream and pie social on the seminary grounds. It was a fundraiser for the local 4H club. I had myself a pumkin pie while Anita went for the blueberry. We hung out a bit and then strolled home. It threatened to rain the whole time, but there was nary a drop. Saturday was the St. Anthony art fair. I went last year after my near death experience and could barely walk down to muffuletta, but this year, I went for a 4.5 mile run early in the morning and hit the fair. Again, it looked stormy, but no rain fell on us. Anita bought a housewarming gift for Josh and Jeannie. Finally, to wrap up the weekend, we went to Grand old day. This is one of my favorite events. It is a bit like the fair without all the big fat people. I think it is because the whole thing is walking up and down Grand ave. I mapped it out and one will probably walk an average of 3 miles. Next year we will bring the Bug. Yesterday, the boys got to play together. It is funny, they don't even take the time to greet, they just have at each other.

lazy day

2007-05-27T13:57:00.000-07:00

Easy like a sunday morning

Bella laugh

2007-05-22T16:06:00.001-07:00

one of her first laughing fits.....

Where in Minnesota?

2007-05-20T13:02:00.000-07:00

these photos were all taken at the same place....can you guess where? Get it right and I will send you a beer.
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bug baby pic

2007-05-20T07:43:00.000-07:00

Heather and Andy sent us a pic of our Bug as a pup with three of his siblings. Byron is second from the left. The two black dogs are female and the one to the far right is Parker. He was adopted by one of Anita's cousins.

Our deck is done party

2007-05-19T13:41:00.000-07:00

The story of our deck is a short one....It was too small and got way to hot in the summer. We decided we needed a new deck to enjoy our time in the summer as Bella keeps us around the house more than we use to be. So....we called Pat Noonan. He designed the deck and put it up with his crew headed by Mike Noonan (who I played tennis with back in highschool) from wed to friday. We then had the crew over for a grill out on that saturday...

Out and About

2007-05-19T13:28:00.000-07:00

Out and about is a whole different deal with Bella aboard the cruise ship svert. We have to plan around feedings and nap time. This leaves a bit of time to fit a walk, or a quick outing in the city. Today we went and parked on lexington and Grand, walked to Grand ole creamery and had ourselves a cone. I forget how big of cones they make and got a double. about half of my cone went into the circular file, but it was good. I got a strawberry custard and banana chocolate sugar cone.....yum! Most of our walk, we reminisced about where we use to go as we strolled Grand Ave. One of my favorite restaurants is now closed :( The Italian Pie shoppe. Man, they made good Za, but, I guess, much like my Kung-fu, not good enough. Billy's was looking pretty good to me...I remember only a year ago sitting with a reuben sandwich and a corona beer just soaking in the sun on the patio. Bella made it through the whole extravaganza without getting too cranky, so that was a rousing success.

my little twins fan

2007-05-04T13:06:00.000-07:00

Would your car do this for you?

2007-05-04T06:09:00.001-07:00

Don't piss of Kit

Practice?

2007-04-30T09:24:00.001-07:00

Yeah....practice.

Well, your wolves have done it

2007-04-21T07:25:00.000-07:00

Losing by 20 to the Grizzlies. Pathetic. I use to be a season ticket holder, but truly in the last couple of years I couldn't give my $100 per seat tickets away. No one wanted them, and now I don't either. Maybe I will get some gopher tickets next year, or Twins pack when they get the outdoor stadium.

Can Madsen make a 3?

2007-04-17T06:13:00.000-07:00

The farce that is your minnesota timberwolves 06-07 season mercifully ends on wed. at the target against the league's worst Memphis Grizzlies. Minnesota, again like last year, is in a "must lose" situation. Last year Mark Madsen fired up 6 three point shot attempts. This year he needs at least that many so they don't blow it and actually win. They say it is hard to win in the NBA, lets see how hard it is to lose.

Fire Billy Packer?

2007-04-08T06:50:00.000-07:00

I think not. Fag, just because it is used as a derogatory comment here in the U.S. doesn't mean it is used that way elsewhere. It reminds me of a conversation with a friend of mine who grew up and lives just in Manchester England. Mark, who had just quit smoking, and I were talking of cigarettes to which he said they were called "fags" most commonly. He had to laugh when I told him it basically was only a derogatory gay remark here in the U.S.. He said, so you wouldn't say " I am going to go outside and have a couple of fags?" No, that would be bad. Interesting that it would be a word that one could get fired for in this extremely p.c. world of ours, but I guess that's the deal. He was using it to say "tire, or bail out on him" and it is very clearly in context.

Mike Freeman is an idiot

2007-04-07T08:21:00.000-07:00

ATLANTA -- Some people believe I am insane for even suggesting it. They are measuring me for a rubber room. They are laughing hysterically. They are all wrong. They are so wrong and stupid. They could not be more wrong and stupid.

I'm right. I'm right in thinking that the Florida Gators could probably beat five lower echelon NBA teams on a neutral court.

"I don't know, it would be a lot of fun," said Florida's Corey Brewer. "We'd be competitive. I don't know if we'd win, but we'd be competitive.

"What you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it."

what is fit?

2007-04-06T11:44:00.000-07:00

I pretty much only listen to KFAN...I know, a sad declaration, but sometimes it gets me thinking. One radio spot that runs many times a day revolves around Jeff Dubay pontificating about how we should all try this weight loss program. One that you can eat all you want and never excercise and still lose weight. I really don't remember what the stuff is, but a couple of years ago he did the same thing with "body solutions for men."
I get to thinking....he really doesn't want to be healthy. He cannot stop being a glutton or a lazy ass, he just wants to appear more slim.
So I think...what is healthy these days.... Lance Armstrong/Barry Bonds? Both appear very healthy, but what underlying liver malfunction is waiting. Model runway babes...while being very slim, go back stage and hurl while they smoke. Pooh likes to tout how thin is not always meaning healthy, but fat certainly isn't healthy.
I guess it is all about moderation. Eat moderately, exercise moderately and smoke...never.
Our society will always say thin is healthy even if you have to starve yourself and purge your food to do it.....

The first form of Blogging

2007-03-05T07:42:00.000-08:00

Bathroom logs

Fatherly advise

2007-02-20T10:13:00.001-08:00

Irony

2007-02-17T07:53:00.000-08:00

Ever go to Menard's or Home Depot and check out how people park? They are all over the parking lot without much regard to proximity to the store. Now go to the healthclub. Everybody parks as close as possible to the club. People wait minutes to get a better spot. What the heck?!! Drive around the parking lot to get a closer spot so, God forbid, you will have to walk any distance to go "workout."

Best sports comment of the year

2007-02-10T09:23:00.000-08:00

Steve Nash on Carmelo "biggest punk loser on a block full of punk losers" Anthony describing the gutless sucker punch and immediate pussy backpedal that earned bploabfopl a 14 game suspension.

“Typical NBA punch,” Nash told the Toronto Globe and Mail. “In hockey, your own team would beat you up for that.”

Top ten most annoying people

2007-01-26T18:34:00.000-08:00

Troy Hudson The stress of both worlds....of which you suck at. From Ole defense to his rifleman offensive personality, he annoys the crap out of me.

Charles Schwab (for those commercials) Those partially animated spots where the person is talking about their financial annoying crap. I mean, how could you go from this to stupid animated people.

W: I thought I had GERD, but it was only when W would give that little smug smile after he had "answered" a question.

Kevin Mchale Let's quickly refer back to the place in our minds where we've stored the nightmares that are the Minnesota draft picks during the Kevin Garnett era. Two good picks, three bad picks, one mediocre pick, and one unknown. Let's see one of those drafts had two picks and.........there it is! It's the elephant in the room. What happened to all of those other draft picks? Well, we know that one was traded away in order to acquire Bobby Jackson, but the others are still unaccounted for. Here's what I'm getting at: Joe Smith and "debacle" aren't grouped together because they sound good. Apparently, the Minnesota brass, namely Kevin McHale and Owner, Glen Taylor, thought that it would be wise to put the "secret" illegal contract in writing. Brilliant! About a year later, the league somehow got a copy of the agreement and that was precisely the moment when Joe Smith went from "Ordinary Joe" to "Joe Smith Debacle." The Minnesota organization was fined a large sum of money, Taylor was suspended, McHale involuntarily took a "leave of absence" from his front office post, and the team was forced to forfeit five future first-round picks. So five first rounders for Joe Smith...One for Bobby Jackson (who we just decided not to sign) one for 1/2 a season with Marcus Banks and one for letting the Clippers take all-star Sam Cassell for something called Marco Jaric. So all in all, that is 8 first round draft picks for Bobby, Marco, Joe and 1/2 of Marcus. Now, people say to trade Kevin to rebuild....but I disagree. Not when McHale has control of the ship. We will probably get 1 first rounder and a couple more guards that are decent back-ups.

Chris Hawkey: Anyone who tries to act more dumb than the star on the morning show should be taken out back and beaten.

Bill Walton: enough of bill, please.

Puffy: How many weight loss progams that you "eat all you want and don't exercise" can a guy tout?

Any lifetime achievement award winner at any celeb award show (chewbacca excluded): Those 15 minutes I will never get back. No, I don't think you are a genius, you just try to act like one.

Jack Black: What other character does he play.

Tom Cruise:

In no particular order

dishonorable mention...sam jackson: narcissus

Days that blur

2007-01-21T08:58:00.000-08:00

It is about time for me to go back to work again. The last 8-10 days have just been a blur. I usually get up and do the 4:00am feeding time with Bella, change her and then try to get her to calm down again and go to sleep. I am sleeping again, maybe, by 4:45am. It is a strange night now that there is a newborn in the house. I think neither Anita or I may get sleep in patches of about 4 hours at a time. I seem to be o.k. during the day, but mornings are a killer. Never enough things to worry about with the little one as well....is she pooping enough, too much, what is the color....yes most of the worry comes with the amount and color of poop these days.....what a life ey? But I wouldn't change it for anything....fatherhood is amazing!
here she is helping me blog

Bella

2007-01-10T19:26:00.000-08:00

Bella's site

We finally got to bring Bella home today. She had been in the level 2 nursery for a few days. first because her white blood cell count was high and the docs were concerned with infection, so they put an IV in her head to give her antibiotics and fluids. Her blood culture was negative after 48 hours (thank goodness as she then would have been in the nursery for 10 more days), but her bilirubin count was up, so she was placed in the photo booth/box to help her with that. She then was weened off of the IV and has been feeding pretty well since. It is late, Anita is sleeping, or trying, and I am watching my little Bella until her 11:00 feeding time. Ta.
Byron is still adjusting.

Happy family

2007-01-08T16:59:00.000-08:00

pic of Isabella

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BABY!

2007-01-06T07:25:00.000-08:00

Isabella Pearl Severt was born today, Jan 6th at 12:03am. She is 6 lbs 6 oz and 19 inches. It was a very long day for mom and baby. I think my jaw will recover from clenching it together on every push. All in all, though, very exciting. More later....

The pit of despair

2006-11-27T17:05:00.000-08:00

We had some plumbing issues with our house. Apparently the mainline had sunk into a cesspool about 40 years ago and basically created a trap in the line. You find these things out when your sewage starts backing up.....ugh. Anyway, it was repaired today along with changing the main water line from lead (which I hear is bad, but I have a hard time remembering) to copper.

byron smiling

2006-11-06T15:32:00.000-08:00

Misty monday

2006-11-06T13:25:00.000-08:00

Well, we are almost ready for winter. Yard is all cleaned up with two trips to the compost site. I still have to get a snowblower, however. I really want a fairly small two stage honda. Byron is very tired today and yesterday as he had a visitor on saturday night. Carol and Daryl brought over their dog, Isaac, to play with our B. They battled for about four hours. We also got our crib put together over the weekend. It was a bit of a trial, but I think it came out fine. Not much else new....vikes offense is offensive

Fall

2006-10-07T16:25:00.000-07:00

Not much new today other than my mom broke both her ankles.....not playing basketball. We took some pics of out pup out in the yard with mixed success. I ran a 10k today around the lakes. I use an ipod with the nike+ adapter. I like it although at the moment it is about 75 yards off in a 5k distance.

2006-09-20T15:48:00.000-07:00

Ahh, it's been awhile.
Interesting day today at work....had a meth head completely high and drunk. I called the police and had him escorted out after he threatened me for not rx'ing him drugs.
We just got back from visiting Elo and Turtle and Siena in Chicago. We had a good time.
I have been running with my new ipod and nike+ accessories. It allows me to see how I am improving and log it into nike+.com which graphs my runs out and lets me track goals and such....pretty cool. Here we are at Wrigley Field on sunday. I am the master of left handed shots.

Still Running

2006-08-16T18:19:00.000-07:00

Slightly less dubay. Scratched my cornea today. That is just about as much fun as a sharp stick in the eye.

Fat

2006-08-04T16:09:00.000-07:00

Since my close call with the augmentin, I have not been able to excercise much and am fat. They say the end of the summer, so today, I went out for a run.... I ran about a mile and 1/2. 4 laps around the track......almost keeled. I am hoping to extend 1 lap every other day or so, so I will look less like this.......

Isaac

2006-08-03T19:42:00.000-07:00

Carol B brought over her French Mastiff puppy, Isaac. He is just 14 pounds and will get to about 140. Byron almost ate him....

dogs and ultrasounds

2006-07-21T15:54:00.000-07:00

Byron's brother, Parker, came over when it was a million degrees out and they played until almost dead. Our house has no air, so we go up north whenever possible during the heatwaves.

We went in to see my bro for some ultrasound pics of the baby....
going over to Enge's tonight for some grilling eats...

Caio

funny stuff

2006-06-30T16:38:00.000-07:00

lots of swearing for you with tender ears.

http://www.maximmag.co.uk/stupidfun/videoclips/4306/silly_stuff.html

The way home

2006-06-01T07:30:00.000-07:00

Linda, my new nurse came in the next morning and started taking off some of the devices placed on me the night before. Off came the oxygen mask, off came one of the IV's and blessedly, off came the bp cuff that had swelled my right arm up huge and made it look like their were purple flames running up from the elbow. Anita couldn't stand the sight of my arm. I was just happy to have some of the restraints off. I still had the art line in my left wrist, the foley and the central line out of my chest. That was enough. My fever never seemed to rise above 102 much, so I didn't have to don the blanket again. Now it was up to many docs comming in to give their opinions. Internal med docs, hematologists, dermatologists, infectious disease docs. They all came to one opinion. That it is very unlikely that this is anything but a severe drug reaction to the Augmentin. This is good news for me...that endotoxins were out of the equation. I spent the rest of the day into the next in the ICU with mostly just me and Anita. My parents were very relieved when they returned to find me stronger and getting better. Linda had brought Anita a more comfortable chair to recline on and that made me feel a lot better.
So now it was recovery. Lots of steroids and saline. I even started to eat some although the hospital food was really terrible. I mean a sandwich was two slices of white bread and a slab of processed turkey....that is it. Happy lunch. Steriods made me crazy at night. I woke up hallucinating like Russell Crowe. I was certain that things were happening for about 5 minutes each time. It was scary once I was trying to rip out my iv's.
I did find that once they moved me out of ICU, I needed to go. I needed good food and rest and this was not the place. Anita may have needed these things more than me at this point as well. There was a lot of worry about her health now as well.
We ended up going up north, and as would be expected, my mother gave us all the r and r we could handle.

The ICU

2006-05-30T18:28:00.000-07:00

The first thing I remember about the ICU was Jared my new nurse using some kind of board to roll me onto this incredibly comfortable bed. I was still being hit with a flurry of questions from every new person. Mostly I could not speak and Anita was appointed to answer the queries. They kept hanging more bags of saline. I felt terrible still. I was hooked up to a monitor that kept my heart rate blood pressure, but I could not see it well as I had not brought my glasses from home. I do remember my heart rate was at 130 when I arrived and I was watching it now at about 5:00pm at about 110. Blood pressure was stabile at about 110/65. They kept hanging bags. I think at about 6 litres, I could feel a little saliva.
My parents arrived soon after I was in the ICU. My mom came in first and was very distraught. She could see I had a big fight about me tonight and was praying hard that I would win that bout. Next my dad came in. He took a look at me and had to turn to the window. "I'd ask you how you are doing, but I can see it." he said. He placed his hand on my chest and slowly walked out. I could tell my look was more than he could handle.
Tony came back in and stayed for awhile with Anita. She never left. They kept hanging bags.
At 7:30, I met the infectious medicine doctor. She came in with my new nurse Nancy. The doc asked many good questions and really was a comfort when she thought it was still an allergic reaction from the Augmentin. That would be much better than bacterial infection. She ordered every hard hitting ab into my IV's. Vancomycin, doxycycline, gentamycin. And more bags of saline.... when she left, I felt a little better about my chances although my fever was not agreeing. Nancy checked it at 104.9 and climbing. I knew full well that the brain and organs start to cook at about 106. I had about 1 degree and was closing. Now came the fight. They hung more bags and shot me with steroids. Nancy placed a bag that blew 50 degree air on me that I would wear until my temp would fall below 102.
Everyone except Anita had gone now. My parents went to take care of Byron, and Tony went home. I lay there shivering watching the clock and what I could see of my monitor. I was hoping for some Tylenol at 9:30, but none came. I just shook uncontrollably. I had the extreme shivers from the fever and the blanket poured cold air on me relentlessly. Anita struggle to get comfortable with two chairs together. I knew I would not sleep this night. I remember watching every minute tick by hoping I would quit shivering. I hated the blanket although I knew it was saving me. It still was bitter. I fantasized about drinking a glass of coke with ice right to the top. I promised I would have one when I was out. It was 1:10 am I would look at anita. she was asleep. I would wink at her. She slept. 1:15 same/and so on for a long time. About 2:20, Nancy checked my temp. It had dropped to 102.4.
"Next time i come back it could be below 102 and you can have the blanket off." She said.
It was not to be...I started shivering hard for an hour straight. I knew that was my fever spiking again. she came back in an hour.
"I know it went up," I said.
"103.5?" I asked..
"Close. 103.3....shoot, she said. I was hoping we would be below as we were steadily dropping.
Yeah, shoot. more time with this infernal blanket and a fever setback. Will I ever even out.
A miracle happened about 5:00am. my fever went to 101.8. The blanked was off and I slept instantly for about 3 hours. I had made it through the night.

Into the ER

2006-05-30T14:21:00.000-07:00

My magical face(meaning dark purple and distended) apparently was a quick ticket into the er and into a treatment room. We were attended to very quickly by a couple of nurses who tried to get some IV's put into my arms. They mosly failed. I could not understand this as my veins are usually very easy to get to. "I don't think he has any blood in his peripheral veins, they may all be locked down." said a nurse. That was the first time I thought this may be worse than I thought. I strained to look at my arms...they are dark purple and distended like pictures of the dead and bloated.
They wheeled me quickly into the traditional er room and began to place more IV's. They all looked worried. My er doc was a japanese woman who mostly took direction on how things work from the nurses which did concern a man looking up at the blue hatted people that have your life in their hands. She began to place a central line. ( I don't recommend one for fun). The thing is big a long and gets placed into the subclavian vein (which is just above the right atrium of the heart). The first couple of jolts to the heart let me know I should be afraid. I widened my eyes. "your arm hurts?" they asked....no, I sputtered, my heart isn't beating.... "Oh, they said, he has gone arhythmic." Great, I am thinking, poor Anita out in the other room and I die with paddles on in this one. (it was right about at this point I realized I was now fighting for my life. I had heard enough about sepsis and endotoxins and the state everyone was saying I was in and how far gone I was that life started to take a different look for me. I think I will always look back to right here, under the er lights that my life was in the balance and things and priorities needed to be sorted out. what is really important to me and what is all the hoo ha that gets in the way and clouds my mind.) She finally gets this sheath in place and begins to insert the line that goes into it and it won't fit. She cannot figure out why. No one has a clue......maybe it's the wrong kit, maybe it is bent maybe a new instrument....I have never used one of these before says the Doctor obviously making me feel much more secure in my ability to survive. Has anyone used this thing? Apparently nobody knew a thing. "Put some traction on it maybe" says the nurse. Yeah traction I am thinking....doesn't that just mean to try and jam it in? So she does.....it doesn't work. Finally a call to the internal medicine doc for help. He comes down all calm and sits down. Get me a mac 7 kit.
he says.
That is a mac 7 Er Doc says.
No it is not...get rid of these things. I need to pull all of this out. And he does.
He calmly placed a new central line stitched it in cleaned up and was done....I never saw DR. ER again....thank you.
Tony showed up a couple of minutes after they had placed the Foley catheter. That also is no fun, but not really worrisome. I thought I peed a bunch in there, but only a bit of brown sludge....not a good kidney sign.
"not much there," said Todd, the nurse.
"and the wrong color" said tony.
finally after a couple of bags of saline there was a small trickle. Bag after bag of saline was being hung on all five ports as far as I could tell. The bags were being pumped into me. My mouth still was parched. No saliva.
"that's a better color" tony said.
Todd looked over... "sweet" he replied.
Tony face showed plenty of worry as had his arm around Anita. I could see tears in his eyes.
We waited for a long time in the er for a room up in the ICU to get ready. Tony and Anita thought it was cold there, I was still hot and parched. They just looked down on my purple distended face and body with much concern. I just wanted more saline.
Finally the call came and we could go to ICU.
Off to ICU

There and back again

2006-05-29T11:34:00.000-07:00

It all started on a beautiful Monday afternoon. Anita and I took Byron around lake of the isles and stopped in the dog park. One very big aggressive adult dog took offense to B and put him on his back to show dominance. Another piled on and thought more aggressive thoughts started tearing at Byron's neck. I, instinctively, pulled the latter off of Byron, stopping the fight, but my finger was lashed in the meantime. It hurt, and we left (not getting all the dog's info like dummies.) I called my bro and he talked to the head of em at hcmc. He said on the safe side I could take augmentin 875mg bid for a week. I thought, yeah, I better be safe than sorry. I fill the script and took a pill. We hung out that night watching some ball and took a second pill.
That night was the start of my long and fairly scary journey. I started shivering at about midnight. It was a violent shiver, but I passed it off as the start of a routine fever (not that that would be fun either). I shook most of the night and could not get out of bed the next morning.
Anita wanted me to see the doc. Of course, I did not want to see the doc, but I went anyway. Almost too tired to stand up I huddled up next to the counter at the check in and finally sat down on a bench. The welcoming person implored that I get a wheel-chair, but I would not....today.
We went up to the second floor to see Dr. Abulla from family practice. A very nice older gent who concurred that it probably was a drug allergy brought on by the Augmentin. I had already stopped the drug and was on Tylenol and benedryl. We went home with the thought now that it will just be a bit of time and the allergic reaction will stop. I slept better that night, but it was a fever filled, hallucinating night and that is never fun. The next day everything was extreme effort. Anita was getting more and more worried and I was getting more and more exhausted. Just rolling over was extreme effort. Anita brought me some grapes and oranges, but I could not feed myself. She would feed me a grape, I would eat it and then proceed to huff and puff like I had sprinted 100 yards. I could only eat a few before I was completely done. Wednesday went on like this the whole day. The night was different. I was insatiably thirsty. I downed bottle after bottle of water with no relief. My tongue actually got stuck to my teeth and tore on the bottom. I woke up feeling immobile and emmaciated.
Anita had come home early on Thursday from her research project and said we had to see the doc again. I was really too tired. I really resisted, but she was now boss and had made an appointment and we had to go now. I struggled and had her help me to the car and we went back to see Dr. Abdulla. This time I took the wheelchair and they rushed me upstairs (I must look bad, I thought) See, I had never looked at myself in the mirror because I was too tired to do so. They rushed me right in to see the doc. He took a look at me and said he was going to call the mercy er and they would admit me. I told Anita I really just wanted to go home....that would not be an option for a while as I would find out......Off to the er.

before after

2006-05-10T15:12:00.000-07:00

2006-05-02T10:33:00.000-07:00

lots of time and effort put in by my parents, Anita and me.

basement

2006-05-02T10:28:00.000-07:00

finishing the basement bath...finally.

Winter 98-99

2006-04-13T15:19:00.000-07:00

Lots of speculation on players over the winter. The biggest, of couse, was the rumour that Dave Boardman was heading back to town. We had seen what the best had to offer and were bringing back our whole nucleus of players plus possibly adding some new players. Andre Strausmanus, Dave B. and a controversial (in my opinion) Joe sezario. (I know I spelled it wrong). It wasn't that Joe isn't a good player, I just did not like him....not even a little. He and I were paired as defensive throwers,so I just thought of him as I did my old high school doubles partner who I also did not like. We play together, we don't need to like each other.
That whole year was a bit fuzzy.
I remember winning at cooler....I think that was the year we almost lost to BAT, but they gaffed the winning goal.
We had a close one in the finals and lost to furious by one. First time experiencing playing against crook and Mike Grant and really noticing who they were. I didn't really notice them the year before.

Natties 98 cont...

2006-04-12T16:46:00.000-07:00

We did have a chance to make semis having lost to DoG and Furious if DoG beats the Condors and then we beat them. (our loss to DoG was not very memorable. I think we lost pretty bad.) DoG pulled out a close one to condors with Greff owning the disc all the way down the field against the wind and pushing it in for the winning goal. We got to play for semis against Condors in our final pool play game(at the time there were only 12 teams at club nationals). We got trounced. They were clearly much better than we were. This then was our last game. There was no play down. At that time, it was party on for most of us....mfb leading the charge. We drank beer at the fields and more at the hotel. Marty willie dan ruen rusta and I went to siesta key beach (as we never saw the beach up until then) for some disc throwing fun. Marty was well past the point of intoxicated. We were pretty sure he couldn't keep it up and would pass out any time....he never did. He chased me around the beach telling me he could lift me over his head to prove he was not drunk.... When Jonathan Shep showed up in his speedo we felt it was time to go. Willie fished marty out of the water and we were off to the hotel. The Borg were eating in a small bar/restaurant over the water. As we approached them, Sox said we should come and join them and then seeing the state of a boisterously drunk marty he added "don't bring him." Of course when we got up to our room we convinced Marty that Sox was hoping that he would go eat with them, so only MFB went down to join the borg. We all laughed about it. The party was a good time...more naked bodies than I have ever seen at one event. That is about all I remember from 1998. It was a very fun year. Oh, DoG won in the finals against Condors.

Nationals 1998

2006-04-11T07:08:00.000-07:00

To be sure, we had very little idea of what to expect from nationals. We had no experience in the format and no experience in where to stay. Most of us flew in together and rented cars to get from Tampa to Sarasota. I recall seeing tons of frisbee players in the Tampa airport. Either that or there was a gypsie convention going on. We had booked our stay in the official hotel which was on some little harbor inlet. I stayed with Dan Ruen Rusta and Marty (along with his Reo speedwagon discs). We were excited for our first game against Furious George. We had never played them or seen them before just like most of the teams here. It is just incredible the first time I stepped onto the polo grounds. It was as flat as I have ever seen. The grass was about a quarter inch thick absolutely even. We warm up, listen to the national anthem in the growing humidity of the Florida morning and get ready to play. The game was close all the way. I can recall getting a d on one of the handlers to give us the chance to win down the stretch, but we turned it over. Seng, I believe got another point block, but again we were thwarted (I think Paco was stalled at their 20). We lost a close one. Our next game was against the Florida Refugees. They hadn't heard of us and thought they would run over us. Wrong. We outran and out played them. This was a team that made some terrible calls. I had a ho D block from behind that caught nothing but disc and a foul was called.....WHAT! He stuck by it and actually was mad that I questioned him. He never got the disc again. It never was close. I know we beat Philly Rage (with andre strausmanus), red tide again (with Kenny Dobbyns....not playing his most intense frisbee) That game sticks out, one because of the legend of kenny, and two because of their strategy. It was a very windy upwind downwind game. They would move it to midfield going downwind and throw a blade/hammer to the endzone to a woefully far behind Dobbyns. Then he (with me on him) would lay it out about 10 yards away and thunk on the ground. Then they would try to stop us from going upwind. Paco had his forehand humming. It literally was cutting through the big wind going about 50 yards easy absolutley flat. After about 4 of these resulting in goals they called out. "Make that guy throw his backhand....no forehand." Now, anyone who knows Paco well would chuckle a bit here because his backhand will go another 20 yards with good shape. They had no chance. I did get to D Kenny from behind in the game (and got a picture of it to prove). As usual, our love connection crew sang a rousing cheer for them at the end of the game (Red Tide sung to Rawhide). They loved it.

Regional finals

2006-04-10T16:58:00.000-07:00

No question the most fun and memorable game ever for me. I know it wasn't the biggest game I will ever play, but nothing really compared. We started off fast. I can't remember the scores, but I remember getting a ho block from behind on Howard and him calling foul. Crowd booing, me wanting to throttle him, then a funny thing happened. Steve said "Mark, calm down, he is thinking about it." Howard overturned his call. We had the disc on their 20 or so. Two points later, I foot blocked Howard. Our team was rolling. We had the "Love Connection" of dan ruen and Russ adams and whoever else they could recruit cheering loudly with arms around each other. We could not be stopped. Dave Boardman was their only highlight catching a few in the endzone. The game was a huge party for all of the minneapolis players and sidelines. 15-7 I am pretty sure was the score. Regional champs. That team I had watched a couple of years earlier fell to a much better team....us. The beginning of a long standing winning tradition for Minneapolis Sub-Zero. We all hung around the field watching the backdoor game and getting soused. luck had it that I did not have to drive home.

Regional semis...Madison

2006-04-10T16:47:00.000-07:00

We got to the fields for another nice day of ultimate weather. We knew Madison had also made it to the Semi's and we would have to play them again. In this year's format, the two teams in the finals finished 1,2, so that meant with 3 bids, this was the game to go. I remember running our warm-up lap around the polo fields with Tross and he was smiling broadly saying it was the best team we could play because they absolutely knew that they could not beat us. As we got into our stretch circle, there was a loose confidence in our team. Sox was hamming it up with his version of a dance move called the "sunrise, sunset," and we all laughed at him. (at this point ironically, I started to consider Sox one of my good friends on the team.) He grows on you for better or worse. Chipper on the madison side was screaming at his players. He was throwing a coniption saying "look at them in their fancy uniforms with numbers, no way can we beat them" in a sarcastic tone. He was right. We pulled away just before half and never looked back. I am not certain who played Z in the other semi, but I think it was BAT...Tim? Anyway, Z won that semi, so we had our rematch. A chance to get that giant gorilla off our backs.

Regionals 1998

2006-04-10T13:46:00.000-07:00

Probably the most fun I ever had at any tournament. I don't think it is even close. Chicago got placed in our pool as they had a strange beat in their section which actually worked in our favor in the end. The scene was Naperville polo grounds. The weather...great. We played some nobody team in the first round and then it was a match-up with chicago Z. The one thing I remember was that we got some D's early and Grady threw them away trying to score too early. It was like if we want to win and quick! We didn't. They beat us pretty good, but not because they were a better team. They had confidence and we shot ourselves in the foot too many times.
Anyway quarters rolled around on saturday evening and we were matched up with Pumphouse 5. For some reason all of our jitters were gone and we were extremely confident. No kidding, they started with the disc and were quickly down 3-0 not ever getting the disc out of their own endzone. Keep in mind that it was not windy. We were just that much faster and more aggressive. I don't remember how badly we were beating them at the time, but their strategy literally being called from the sidelines was "knock their throwers down." Just blatantly outright cheating being yelled from their captains, but just like Madison they never would be in our league again. We absolutely crushed them like 15-5, I think.
That eve was spent on the fields for most our team. We partied, played jump through the hula-hoop and generally whooped it up. We were playing madison in the game to go in the morning! Cooter once again broke with the Borg and partied with us much to the chagrin of Sox who had to drive 45 minutes to the spaghetti factory (where Cooter dominated Betsy and her 3 in the tree to win a bet between ryder mfb and myself) to pick cooter up. 45 minutes he barked as we all laughed.

Beautiful day!

2006-04-10T12:07:00.000-07:00

75 and sunny!

1998

2006-04-10T06:47:00.000-07:00

Indeed, Mark Enright (Paco) had decided to stay intown instead of traveling to play with Z. This was a huge boost to our team as he was a guy who has been there and is an incredible athlete. He is the type of guy that one can watch what he does and never be able to reproduce it.
One more member of Z, Steve Steury, came to join our team that year. He ran for captain and won. This was a good thing in my eyes as he had the authority of also being somewhere only paco and Tross had been on our team. There were a ton of players out this year for tryouts, so it was a very nervous time for me as I believed I was firmly on the bubble. I had played and worked hard all winter long in preparation for this year. I distinctly remember Turtle and Tross calling me "bubble-boy" while on the line at Bethel indoor.
I can't exactly remember when we made cuts that year, but I think it was after the Boston tournament. The team, because of Tross, had secured a bid in the elite pool at the Boston invitational tournament (easterns). We had not earned it, but they believed Tross that we were an up and coming team. This was another huge step for me. To travel by plane to play a tournament..... I had decided that I would go. At the time, Marty Bakko, Dan Rydel and I hung out a lot together. We called ourselves the 'Web'. Kind of to affront the Borg. Now, I was kind of in a pissy way a bit that week as my girlfriend kari had broken up with me, so I was really ready to get on the field and stir it up. Marty met Ryder and I at the airport and after a bit of chiding by Ryder and me, he let us know that he was feeling a little outside the web. We all had a good laugh. Boston was a fun town as really the only town I had been to really on my own accord. We started at Cheers and I continued to drain one beer after another until I found myself at fort devens in the morning(which is about 2 hours drive away from Boston) in all my clothes wrapped in the window curtain. I was young, however and this did not affect the aggression with which I went out to play. I remember little from the tournament except playing DoG for the first time (getting a deep poach d on them on the first point). The extreme confidence they played with. We lost big to them. We also lost a close one to the hounds, but fared well at the tournament overall. I do remember playing Pumphouse boys.....we still hated them. We beat them ( a big step to gaining the confidence to go to natties in the fall). There was a guy imparticular who I despised, a Matt Wadenpool, I believe. He was a dirty and arrogant player, so of course we clashed on the field. I remember him saying that "this is how it is played at nationals" like he knew because he had been there but had been beat bad every game. It was that I am elite and you are not tone that fired me up the rest of the game. Florida ended up winning the tournament, but we had played against national caliber teams and that is what mattered.
We had some fun that tournament. Cooter stayed and played cards with me, omar and Marty. For that we dubbed him Hugh as the first of the Borg to venture out. They were such a close knit group that it really was an important step in team unity. I complained a lot about the band on Saturday night and so Marty named me the little bitch, which still sticks as either Butch or Bitch.
We practiced hard that year and early. No one seemed to get burned out. We were all too excited as it was clear that we were apart of the best team any of us (Tross Steury and Paco aside) had ever been on. We played a man offense that was basically predicated on jamming it up the forehand side and when that bogged to get it to what we called the "soviet" or red side. Two handlers man, buddy, soviet man buddy and finisher. We basically cleared a ton of room and tried to score on very few throws to very open men. It worked. Nobody in the central had seen anything like this and so we got to the finals of Cooler only to lose to the Finnish national team that was in the area to play worlds. We would have beat them, we were better than they were, but we were less focused because it was cool to play against another country.
Tune-up tournament bids were made and we were overlooked in the elite pool. We still didn't have the props to be known as a nationals team. We played in the B pool and ran the table beating ring of fire, Philly rage and red tide. All three nationals teams of the recent past. The pools crossed over, so we did get to play some of the elite teams and won every game. We had some incredible offensive talent and a relentless D. I remember being on the starting D with Randy Russ and Seng and of course, Paco(who caught more D's from behind than anyone I have ever seen). We could outrun almost anyone. The Turtle started to get a lot of respect with his deep game, so guys would let him have a 20 yard under without barely cutting. It was a very exciting time to be in Minneapolis ultimate. Steve Steury kept getting emails from around the frisbee country giving our team nice props. We couldn't wait for sectionals. I remember what Tross had said to Madison "we will use it next year and we will kill you with it" and we did. We steamrolled Madison. They would not be in our league again until 2001.
Now we had a single purpose.....nationals in Sarasota. First we had to finish top three at regionals. A deed we had never achieved in the history of Minnesota.

Tross

2006-04-09T15:52:00.000-07:00

shortly prior to chicago Tune-up tournament, a new player moved to minneapolis. His name was Matt Lawler, but people called him Tross. He played at the time with DoG, the best team in the nation. They were dominant, so with Tross came a lot of foreign ideas that were met with skepticism amongst mostly the older players. Turtle immediately bought into what Tross was teaching, so the team reluctantly followed. Now to say Tross was an alfa male is a slight understatement. He went about 6-3 220. He was incredibly opinionated and anyone who didn't follow his ultimate schematic was a veritable idiot and he was not above telling them this. He would show pain in his face, rub his hat on his head and tell us all "It's just so simple." He once said that in a way, he brought the team together by giving them a single purpose they could agree on. That they all hated him. He would laugh.
So, with about two weeks to go before the fall season, we switched our offense to this "Man/buddy" style offense. It was confusing to everyone and with some guys (pete imparticular) not doing it when he was on the field, it was a house of cards. We had no dump swing. It was get it to Turtle at all cost. Everyone else clear space. See, this is how we interpreted it because it was so foreign.
sectional came and we coasted to the finals as usual. There was nobody to challenge in our section(still isn't) besides Madison, so we always meet in the finals. They killed us. I think we got two or three points in a very rainy, muddy game in Milwaukee. I was standing next to Turtle and Tross when a madison guy asked us what we were doing. It was obvious that it doesn't work, why do you keep running this offense? Tross looked at him and in his normal dead pan, slightly condescending manner said confidently "We will us it next year and we will kill you with it. "
I missed regionals in Kentucky that year as I had a wedding I was in, but as usual, we lost the game to go. Not sure who all we played, but we lost another game to go against the buttholes from Pumphouse 5. Cincy team. That ended 1997, but we again were so excited about the next year and what it could bring. Rumours of Paco possibly leaving Z and joining our team were circling minneapolis ultimate.

1997 continues

2006-04-09T06:37:00.000-07:00

It didn't take the Carleton contingent long to decide what they wanted to do about Pete being captain. They had a coup. Sox would be captain of the team of Carleton boys and everyone else who wanted to play at the highest Minneapolis level. This ordered by Lord Lonsdorf from his throne in Boston. Sox would keep some of the existing older talent and some of the younger more green players and make a new team. This put me in a bad way. I loathed Sox, but really wanted to play with this new team.
There were cuts made right away that reverberated at the time through Minneapolis club ultimate. Brian Corradi who cared some that he was cut and Frank Peterson. Frank is a different kind of guy. He has great talent and undoubtedly was the most talented handler we had at the time, and maybe ever had. His mental stability was of balsa wood, however. Frank had to be coddled. He had to be told how great he was at a regular interval, and one could not fervently disagree with him or he would take his ball and go home. Anyone who knows Sox knows that he is not a coddler. Frank took the cut incredibly hard. To this day, Frank despises anyone who had anything remotely to do or were associated with this move.
Anyway, the coup being over, I was kept on the squad, my brother was cut. He still gives Turtle some heck for this. Cutting him from Boston. I played with a chip on my shoulder. Defense hard and mean. I felt I had to prove myself to this Carleton "Borg." as they were known.
We struggled for awhile to find a good name for the team. Cooter wanted "leather tuscadero." money shot was thrown out. Finally we came to the conclusion that we just had to pick a name and if we stood by this name, over time it would be known like the DoG's and Z's of ultimate. We picked "Sub-Zero" which amused Chicago as they were still the team we had never beat and we picked a team that could be shortened to "Sub-Z." They took it as we were still placing ourselves below them.
Sox came up with the offense called the bowtie. we would cut in down the sidelines and clear through the middle in an X formation. Restacking about 30-40 yards pinned to the sidelines. It seemed good at the time, but that was because we had no idea how to play at the elite level. We had an offense that was designed to complete 15 to 20 passes to score. We had good players and fared pretty well in the central region, but that wasn't saying a lot. There really was only one team that ever made a splash recently at nationals and that was Chicago Z. The other teams just picked up the table scraps, went to nationals if they got a bid and got trounced. We still weren't in the top 2 or 3 in our region and would have to crack that to get to natties. I can't remember how we did overall at tournaments. I do remember that we lost to Z at Cooler. That was the game Howard got mad and jumped on my back. I said I played hard and mean. A high swill went up, he and I were the only two that had a shot. He dropped it and called foul...the crowd bood him heavily. Howard got very angry at this and was fueled by Cooter telling him it was the worst call he had ever seen. He was very angry at this point. Howard was a better offensive player than I was by leagues. I was aggressive and mean and fast, however. He now was going to get the disc and show me up at all cost. The disc was checked in, he charged at me. I slung him to the ground. His fury bore him to his feet and onto my back. "He's out of control, get him off the field," Cooter yelled. We both exited the field. We lost the game, but it was the beginning of many meetings between myself and Howard.

Spring 1997

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1997 Genesis of Sub-Zero
1997 was an interesting year. New Carleton grads were coming in and planning on staying in minneapolis. Carleton in 1996 had gone to the finals in the college scene, so there were a few very good players planning on making the team in minneapolis a juggernaut. The two names being tossed around were Eric lonsdorf and a Cooter. I remembered Eric from watching him at nationals in blaine in 1996 and also gaurding him at one of the tournaments that year with Buddha. I had no idea who Cooter was. Eric (Turtle) was out to practice early that year at Fort Snelling. We had generally 10-12 players out in the early spring. When most of the team started to come to practice getting into mid may/june, Turtle was off galavanting on the east coast. Our team was a mixture of older players newer carleton guys and a few who didn't fit either discription(notably me Tony and Phil Krause). The older players and the newer Carleton guys had differing ideas of how a team should run. There were strong personalities on both sides of the board. Sox mostly for the Carleton boys (he was a personality of one). Pete Erebo and Frank Peterson on the older, we know how ultimate should be played, guys.
Sometime in the spring, I don't remember when exactly, but we voted for captain. I ran along with Sox and Pete Erebo. I didn't think or want to win, I just wanted my say that I didn't want Sox to win either. The vote went for Pete which I was happy with at the time, but maybe it wasn't such a good vote. I liked Pete and all, but he was perenially late and scattered. A lot of thoughts, but no real momentum to get them done. Apparently this did not sit well with the Carleton boys as Turtle was about to return from Boston and they had their way of wanting to win.