The Ultimate Game

Last night after FHE I was invited by some guys to play some ultimate at Sunnyside. I love ultimate with a passion, much like soccer one runs up and down the field making passed with the "bee" to other teammates with the total allowance of three steps while in possession. My roomie and friend, hadn't played until last night. In teaching her how to play the game I found myself become extremely prideful and competitive. With two busted thumbs it's a little on the rough side to throw and catch (they were throbbing by the time the game was over). My point is...I taught my friend to play and even though her throwing is much less than par her teammates made up the difference, catching her crazy passes and throwing her short and precise tosses. They made her look like a freaking all star and man was my ego killing. I could run circles around her, which you're supposed to do in order to block passes and catches. I found myself striving to aggress and intimidate the very being I was trying to teach and love.

Half-way through the game I could feel the monster of competition building inside me and I was debilitated at the fact I'd taught this chic to play and now she was trying to kick my trash-I could literal feel she and my pride in collision. She's been the learner most times along the way, but last night as I got ready for bed I recognized the roles had been reversed for the evening and I was to learn not to be a prideful jerk and be fine with those I teach excelling and doing better than I can even do at times. After all isn't this the whole purpose in teaching and obtaining various forms of glory? Oh wretched woman that I am..sometimes my heart exclaimeth...why can't I just be better than I am?