SCHEDULE

Monday: ULTIMATE: 3:30-4:30

Tuesday: Good Weather: 3:30-4:30: SOCCER
Tuesday: BAD Weather: 4:00-5:00: Hall and Fitness Center

Wednesday: INDOOR HOOPS: 3:00-4:00
(Except when courts are available at 1:00)

Thursday: ULTIMATE: 3:30-4:30 or...
MT BIKE: 3:30-4:30 or, in the worstest weather
HUGENESS: 4:30-5:30: FREE WEIGHT ROOM

Friday: ULTIMATE: 3:30-4:30
(Except when BBall courts Available)

Spirit of the Game

From the 11th Edition Rules of Ultimate Frisbee, this principle applies to every sport in which Kon Disch competes:

Spirit of the Game: Ultimate relies upon a spirit of sportsmanship that places the responsibility for fair play on the player. Highly competitive play is encouraged, but never at the expense of mutual respect among competitors, adherence to the agreed upon rules, or the basic joy of play. Protection of these vital elements serves to eliminate unsportsmanlike conduct from the Ultimate field. Such actions as taunting opposing players, dangerous aggression, belligerent intimidation, intentional infractions, or other win-at-all-costs behavior are contrary to the spirit of the game and must be avoided by all players.

Kon Disch: Mr. White's Varsity Conditioning

Mission Statement:

Kon Disch will be the BEST, most COMPETITIVE, most FEARSOME conditioning group at the Boarding School and will gladly face any other group in hand-to-hand combat or any other test of physical endurance and/or skill!

Don't mess with Kon Disch.
And remember, "A winner never quits, and a quitter never wins."

As Conan the Barbarian says: "What is best in life? To see the enemy driven before you and hear the lamentations...."

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Time keeps on slippin slippin slippin


And Great White keeps on not bloggin bloggin.

Oh, the days of fearsome warring on the battlegrounds of Hoyt and Chapel.

Oh, the sacrifices of blood in the snow and mud.

It seems that with the thawing of winter's tundra, Kon Disch, too, has gone a little, well, soft and mushy. Gone are the hard edges that define this most elite platoon.

As the Dead tune goes, "All the years combine / they melt into a dream...."

Two low points: on the day of International Dinner, when the Great White was called to assist the womenfolk and children back in the keep, elements of Kon Disch practically mutiny against the guidance of Pouliot.

Then, on Football Monday of this week--the cheating, the lackluster effort, the poor sportsmanship hit a deep, foul bottom.

Soccer Tuesday, though. A return to form. A rebirth of spirited competition. Bacnasty back. The Chucker on fire. Shoes playing some inspired goal. Tony Ja slicin and dicin.

MVP: Chucker, for that sicknasty D that keeps the game tied 1-1.

Basketball Wednesday: Don't know about y'all, but the winners game turned into a rumble of grueling brutality. Hack city. Them fouls they got away with, they'd call fouls on them hits in a football game, in a lax contest. Dirty, pushy, low-down. But the intensity brings out the Wildman who gets the ole MVP of the day. Bees would take it for all those NBA treys and slashing drives to the hoop, but he's not actually one of the Kon Disch; and the Great White ain't givin no more MVP to the mercenary joiners from the Large camp.

Tomorrow: Friz Thursday.
And then, the last day, the first annual Partay Friday! Bring your duckets, y'all. $4/apiece should be proper for the final feast!
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Tundra Soccer Tuesday


The ice and snow have melted, and today's field was like the tundra--permafrosted beneath, but treacherously slick and muddy up top. Not so kind for fashion icons like Street Clothes and Shoes. Not so bad for defensive player of the day Diabolical Dan, all time Kon Disch saves leader. Though, sadly, he gave up the winning goal to a streaking Bacnasty, his save percentage still sets the league standard at .937.

Today's MVP hails from Pouliot's crew--Megan Rilkoff--who generally outhustled everyone and stayed a wee bit late to set up Bacnasty's winning goal. She also had the play of the game, in which she slipped and crumpled, in Chucker's words, "Like one of those toys that's held up by strings and you push the button on the bottom and it goes like this...."
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Frisbee Monday


MVP Mad Max Burkholder. Hat trick city. Gonna start calling him HANDS. One play though, the disc bounces off his hand, deflects right into Bacnasty's mitts for the ole score.

When the time comes for NEXT GOAL WINS, the GW's team is up by about 4,572 points, but out of semi-retirement races Chucker, slashing to the end zone, where he catches a sweet lucky throw.
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Snow Soccer



Can't recall MVP on this glorious powder day. Do know the Great White went DOWN, Down like Charlie Brown! Goes to tackle Shoes, slips, flies up in the air, lands right smack on the back of his noggin. Looks like he's knocked out or something--a hush snaps across the field--but he stirs, rubs his neck, and rises.

Later that evening, sleeping proves a challenge, and by Saturday, the Great White has to use two hands to lift his head from the pillow. He's going in for a workman's comp form--injured on the job--9 months free pay. Or something.

Good game, though.
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Mountain Bike Thursday


On this week's Mountain Bike Thursday, the Great White had to take his son to the doctor, where he was diagnosed with strep and the flu. Gnarly. In a bad way.

In the GW's absence, Commander Hartell leads Kon Kisch through a serious of fun-filled floor exercises.

"Please, Sir," pleads Bacnasty, "Can I have another wall sit?"
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

1st Kon Disch after Headmaster's

Shoes gets a bit of MVPness for providing the kind instructional. Bacnasty gets a bit for GRUDGINGLY providing the venue and the technology.

Chucker gets FOUL of the day by dropping a nasty, slow-release stink bomb that sent all Kon Dischers fleeing for fresh air.

Basketball Wednesday!!!
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