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It had been a hot day. Some brave Indians and Cowboys had sought shade under an inflatable cactus, while the Sheriffs, flush with victory, rounded up as many banditos as possible. It was Day One of the Wild Wild West tournament in Sveta Nedjelja, and nearly one hundred sweaty, tired, and totally excited ultimate Frisbee players were putting on their costumes for what was going to be a party for the history books. Yes, the tournament organizers had put a lot of time and effort into making sure the fields were organized, there was plenty of water, and that the sleeping arrangements were secure. But what really mattered, what was really going to put Flying Disc Klub Zagreb on the map was a legendary party, and this is exactly what happened.
The horde of ultimate players, covered in feathers, leather, cowboy hats, badges, and stylish sunglasses, left the fields as the sun was slowly setting and made the long walk to the Fort Apache Steakhouse, hungry and ready for anything. The locals must have thought this colorful mob had strayed from the Zagreb Pride parade, but no, this mob had only one purpose besides ravishing the meat-filled buffet table, and that was: TO RIDE THE BULL. This mechanical beast, with humped back, red eyes, and foam horns, gyrated spastically, surrounded by inflatable, scarlet cushions. A few brave souls dared to ride the bull as the last rays of the sun lit up the wooden steakhouse, while others stood in line for the bar staff to pour their free beers. Each person who got on the bull was quickly surprised at how difficult it was to maintain their balance on that infernal machine, regardless of whether one’s technique was to grip tightly with the thighs or to hold on the bull’s behind with the other hand. Eventually, everyone ended up on their backs, laughing, while the bull impatiently turned and waited for the next rider.
In the midst of the bull riding was the all you can eat steakhouse meal…it was perhaps one of the meatiest tournament meals I have ever had the pleasure of masticating. Čemp threatened to slap anyone ordering the vegetarian meal with his steak, but luckily all the teams that played against the Sheriffs emphasized that they were eating meat. And boy, did we eat meat.
After the massive caloric intake to recharge after a long day of ultimate, the partying continued at full speed. Cowboys and Indians shared war stories at the bar, sitting in seats resembling saddles. The Fire Safety Committee held regular meetings outside to make sure everyone was properly trained in flame usage. Most people gathered around the bull to watch the two-person bull riding competition, which was won by Doormouse and his gal Cadence. The bull riding antics of our two favorite Czech girls, Veu and Aswee, perhaps drew the most attention, and video footage of some of the steamiest moments has even made it on YouTube. Even a journalist from Vjesnik was spotted riding the bull at one point with a lucky lady from FDK Zagreb.
After the mechanical bull ran out of steam, frizbi players took over the inside of Fort Apache and showed off their dance moves. The DJ played some great hits from the Eighties and Nineties, and even some golden oldies. Certain team members were spotted consuming vast quantities of vodka-Redbulls, while others distributed the official Wild Wild West drink (shot of whiskey with lemon juice). In the end, there was plenty of sweating and booty shaking regardless of what fuel was consumed. By the time people made the long, drunken walk back to the fields, it was almost time for the next day of ultimate under the Zagreb sun.
President Dr. Inferno, PhDeez
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