Wish I could play sports again. When I was younger, maybe in my mid-30s, I went to Youngstown State University’s gymnasium on a Sunday afternoon to see the Harlem Globetrotters. It was that afternoon when I was introduced to the sport of frisbee for the first time. The opening act for the Harlem Globetrotters was Ken and Jim.

I sat in the floor row of the basketball gym, and I swear I was catching air from those flying discs as they whizzed by at what looked like a streaking blur. These guys would let out a grunt and swing their bodies around with a smooth, gliding, untaught motion, letting that disc fly to the other side of the stadium with precision, as it first flew around the bleachers and the gym, as Jim spun in a leap using both feet to catch it behind his back. A roaring applause broke out. Now the show began. After the show and seeing the Globetrotters, I was not sure who I enjoyed the most. One of my better surprise Sunday afternoons.

The first recognized “showmen” of freestyle frisbee—players who transitioned the activity from casual park play to organized professional entertainment—were 
Ken Westerfield and Jim Kenner.  Here they are today.

I watch these guys manipulate that disc and do things that didn’t seem aerodynamically possible for a toy. I was impressed so therefore I picked up the interest in wanting to develop the same kind of skills that I saw those guys performed that day, side arm, throwing forearm, throwing between the leg, throwing behind the back catching over the head it it went on and on and I never really got much better at it just wore me out and made my arms sore.  So there it is. Seems a lot of dogs picked up frisbee as well. Incredible. It is the tossing part that they still need assistance with. 

Happy Wednesday