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The Tenth Title

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

–Tennyson, Ulysses

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Stepping Up

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UltiPhotos: Thursday Preview -- CUC 2012 &emdash; jbp_THURSDAY_cuc2012-338

Everyone Starts Somewhere

Notably, 2013 marks the first year that none of the original, formative monkeys play with Furious. A long time has passed since our team origins, and since then, a lot of players have worked their way through the ranks. Every single veteran here was at one time a rookie, and therefore some poor captain’s project and headache. It is worth reminding ourselves that everyone starts somewhere, and every rookie can leave his mark. So here is a brief look at our CUC2013 roster, and the veterans thereon who have survived more than two seasons with Furious (and presumably, have learned something).

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UltiPhotos: Finals Preview -- CUC 2012 &emdash; untitled-1161
in·fu·ri·ate (n-fyr-t)
tr.v. in·fu·ri·at·ed, in·fu·ri·at·ing, in·fu·ri·ates
to enrage; to make Furious.

It is August, normally marking a midpoint in our season, but it feels as if we have only just begun. Trickling back from a July all over the hemisphere, we have returned to the practice fields to recombine as Furious George. Looking around, the array of new, young faces takes me by surprise even now. The Canadian Ultimate Championships begin in Vancouver next week, and a unified Angry Monkey must defend a national title on home turf. At the same time, we are in the midst of rebuilding; every practice and every tournament — even nationals — is another step in making a new Furious.

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Furious Georgia

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The Pro-Elite Challenge

First, permit us to apologize for the tardiness of this update.   I am on an airplane as I write this, emerging from an all-consuming, two-week vortex of Triple Crown (Atlanta) and U23 (Toronto) duties.  I have been stumbling through a queer, recurring dreamscape in which I still have to play or coach a bronze-medal game (I don’t know why).  I face opponents forever of nebulous or mixed identity – semi-Japanese Sockeyes and German GOATs.   I think this is to testify I may have become a little unhinged.


Fourteen days ago, when I still had my mind,  I flew to Atlanta’s Terminus.  This is the story.

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