MBT #8: Ultimate Cabbage

Hey do you guys wanna come play ultimate cabbage?
What?
It's ultimate frisbee...but with a cabbage.

I love the looks on people's faces when you invite them to play, and the wry smiles that inevitably follow as soon as they realize that they not only get the opportunity to throw vegetables at other people, but that it becomes a critical indicator of one's marksmanship and athleticism.
I love how one of my teammates was decked out in Under Armor. And I'm still unsure of whether him holding the cabbage made him look less or more intense.
I guess I generally love seeing athletes leave it all on the field for a cabbage.
I love the bruise the cabbage left on my elbow when Pat chucked it at me because I get to hold it against him until it heals and it makes for a great story.
I love how the field soon becomes peppered with cabbage leaves, crumpled and withering casualties of an epic struggle unlike most others.
I love how easy it was to clean up afterwards with everyone's help.

I love watching the reactions of people watching us play. They tried to maintain their conversations as they walked by us, but they ended up standing there, unable to satisfy their curiosity even with perpetual double takes. I'm fairly confident we either became the subject of their conversations, or they soon became part of ours as they joined in on the game.

I love how something so simple can be so whimsical and inviting and hilarious.
I love how afterwards, we all realized we need more of this in our lives.

I love how the guys next to us offered us their frisbee.