The air was cool and the ground was hot. The sun was about to go down but today was different. Today was the frisbee competition at camp. This was camp Sequassen and my boy scout troop was one of the teams. Finally I had been taken into the A team, the front runners. I wouldn't be playing for second place anymore. After what seemed like hours we are finally facing off against troop 109. 

The whistle blew like the horn of a train and I took off, sprinting for the endzone. Although we lost the coin toss for starting we quickly got possession of the frisby. I watched it wiz around the field as if it were a bolt of lighting. I heard the shriek of my teammate,

 “Damien, it's coming for you”.

A flashback came as I recalled that phrase. I could see all of my old attempts to catch the frisbee when it was coming to me, and I remembered all the times I dropped it and failed, that was not happening again. 

 I sprung into action and ran to catch it. The frisbee used to feel heavy and intimidating but now the hard plastic felt smooth and weightless. I tossed it and watched as it soared. “Score!” One point added out of the ten needed. Again we ran the play but messed up halfway and let them slip a goal past us. Back and forth back and forth. Eventually we won the match. 

I ran back to the sideline, I could smell the sweet smell of popcorn coming from the air and realized that everyone had bought food. Fortunately they were nice enough to share. The cool tasteless water hit my tongue like a waterfall. Its referencing nature replenished most of my previously depeated energy. 

Back up again and this time we started out with the frisby. We got the early lead and held on to it. I could see the bright light from the sun slowly going away as the time flew by. It was as if someone was turning a dimmer switch slowly down. The game was over and again we had won. I remembered how much practice went into preparation for the competition. I could feel doubt and failure from previous games. As we left the field I could see the other teams getting ready for their turn on the field. They were fast and coordinated as they swiftly defeated the other team. It was over. 

The final match, us vs troop 130. They started with the frisby this time. We lined up on both sides of the field. I could feel myself shaking like a small earthquake had begun. I knew that this was my only chance to do something big in the game. I didn't do much during the match up to that point. Score after Score it was a tied match the entire way. The end of the 20 minute timer had arrived. I took a quick sip of cool refreshing water. Previously we had beaten everybody before, but not now. Next point would win the game. As we lined up again I looked to my teammates. All of us looked as if we had just gone for a swim, we were drenched in sweat. It was all worth it though. 

The whistle blew and I was off. A pass to Luca then Conner then Simon. I was desperately looking for a way to shake off my opponent who was furiously garding me. Until eventually I ran as fast as I could towards the area and turned finally duckign away. He tried to follow but tripped and fell leaving me to spring to the goal. The time was running out for the current poseser of the frisby Patrick who was on my team. Any longer and he would be called for stalling. He launched it to me but I wasn't in place. I knew I couldn't mess up, not now. I summoned up all of my energy and spinted for the dist. I snatched it out of the air like I was stealing it. I had scored the winning goal. My day was complete. 

I remember that day with great detail. I remember the feeling of joy and the celebration that followed. I remember the feeling of victory surrounding our team. What I remember most however was the sense of tiredness, how good cool tasteless water felt like a soft drink, and the sting of the frisby when someone would throw it fast at me. Those are the parts that now stood out.