The good news is there’s not a Birkenstock in sight. No nose rings, dreadlocks, patchouli, or hacky sacks, either. And definitely no bandanna-wearing dogs.
Nothing the common person associates with Frisbee playing is on display at the U.S. Open Ultimate Championships. Instead, there are hyper-fit athletes with ripped physiques dripping with sweat, engaged in intense competition, discussing strategy for the next game, lashing ice bags to sore spots on their bodies — and that’s just the women. If it weren’t for the flying discs, this could be any elite athletic competition. I may have expected a bit of campy pleasure from an Ultimate tournament, but the only clichéd types here are some local gentry who slip, barefoot, onto the field between games for a quick throw and catch.
The Open takes place Independence Day weekend at a soccer complex on the outskirts of Raleigh, N.C. The Open is like the Daytona 500 — a major competition that begins a long schedule of events for elite club Frisbee players. After a series of tournaments that have been organized and sanctioned by the sport’s governing body, USA Ultimate (USAU), the season culminates with the National Championships in October.
The network is attempting to give Ultimate a more recognized presence as a sport for real athletes and not "hippie douchebags."
This is the first year of the so-called Triple Crown Tour, an attempt by USAU to bring order to what has always been chaos. Previously, club teams across the country played schedules of wildly varying strengths. Some tournaments matched top-notch teams of relatively equal ability, while others included both talented clubs as well as more ramshackle, ad hoc aggregations. That made determining the best teams tricky, involving guesswork and second-hand reporting. With the new setup, which includes four tiers — Pro, Elite, Select, and Classic (think major leagues down to single-A ball), and relegation for teams that can’t hack it at their current level — discipline hopefully has been imposed on the game from the top down.
This belated bit of organization is a major reason ESPN has brought its cameras to the Open. The network is attempting to give Ultimate a more recognized presence as a sport for real athletes and not "hippie douchebags," as one player describes the common perception of his game. The network broadcast semifinals and finals from all three of the divisions in action, men’s, women’s and mixed, albeit only on its online entity, ESPN3. Still, their presence lends the sport an imprimatur that has eluded Ultimate before — if it’s on ESPN, in any capacity, it must be big time. And indeed, now that the Bristol-based behemoth is in business with Ultimate, incredible diving catches and layout pass breakups have started to crop up on SportsCenter’s Top 10 Plays and other highlight montages.
My expectations for the holiday weekend included being very sweaty and being bored stiff. The scalding heat ensured that the first part came true, but the games were often riveting. The tournament ended with a breathtaking men’s final, won in the sport’s version of sudden-death overtime (called "double game point") by San Francisco-based club Revolver over Boston’s Ironside. Revolver’s superstar, Beau Kittredge, described by another player as "unquestionably the one guy in our sport who could be an NFL wide receiver," went over a pair of defenders for the winning grab. Revolver, along with women’s champs Fury (also from San Francisco) and mixed division winner Odyssée of Montreal took home winner-take-all prizes of $2,000, or about enough to cover their travel costs from the Bay Area and Quebec.
Exciting action, media heavyweights, international recognition — seemingly Ultimate has reached a breakthrough moment.
The entertaining start to the initial Triple Crown Tour, which followed a heavily attended "Learn to Play" clinic in downtown Raleigh on the Fourth of July, capped an eventful month for the sport. The Ultimate community is still abuzz over the June announcement that the game, under the auspices of the World Flying Disc Federation (WFDF, or as it is charmingly called, "Wiff-Diff"), has gained official recognition by the International Olympic Committee. While that does not mean disc-throwers will grace the Olympic Village any time soon, it is an important step in growing Ultimate and exposing it to as many people as possible, fundamental goals of USAU CEO Dr. Tom Crawford.
Exciting action, media heavyweights, international recognition — seemingly Ultimate has reached a breakthrough moment, or at least gained a beachhead in the sports culture. As Revolver coach and former player Mike Payne told me, 2013 is shaping up as "finally one of these years I can be proud of what I do in my off hours."
So why are so many people eager to fundamentally change the game?
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The disc arcs high out over the Swan River in Perth, Australia, having been hurled forehand style from a bridge by a bro in a baseball cap. With floppy bits of hair poking out on either side, he looks a little like a more athletic Krusty the Clown. For roughly an incredible 175 yards it slices through the air, before settling into a hover, and then slowly dropping toward the water. Suddenly, a jetboat, one of those Down Under toys that can reach nearly 200 miles per hour and spin 360 degrees within their own wakes, cruises alongside.
No, he’s not gonna … Holy Shit!! A crazy dude jumps out of the boat, goes full extension, grabs the disc with a lefty backhand, and splashes heavily into the water.
Yes! And it counts!!
The man in the cap who engineered this astonishing piece of video is Brodie Smith, foremost Frisbee trick shot maker on the web. When Smith put this particular video online in late 2011, it swiftly attained that all-important Internet buzzword, viral. It has been viewed more than 5.5 million times on YouTube, and has aired on ESPN, Good Morning America and Discovery Channels around the world.
"When people ask me ‘What do you do?’" Smith says, "I answer, ‘Have you ever seen something where someone threw a disc off a bridge to a guy in a boat?’ They often say ‘Yeah, that was insane!’ I say, ‘That was me.’" (It may not be clear to the questioners that they are talking to the disc thrower, and not the guy whose remarkable catch makes the video epic, Derek Herron, a member of the Australian trick shot group known as How Ridiculous, but that’s quibbling).
Rather than work in a vacuum, Smith wisely attached himself to established trick shot collectives, ones that astonish with a more established piece of sporting equipment, a basketball. How Ridiculous and its stateside equivalent, Dude Perfect, are hoops trick shot artistes who have large followings on the web. Smith "battles" them online, replicating and surpassing the roundball magic with a Frisbee.
The videos are addicting. As Smith whips a no-look Frisbee bomb 40 yards into a small net, or swishes a Frisbee while throwing it behind his head while also jumping on a trampoline, or skitters a Frisbee along a wall for 30 yards and then into a trash can, or knocks down cricket stumps from a football field away, he is bringing Frisbee, and, he hopes, Ultimate, to eyeballs and demographics that the sport’s power structure would wet itself to get in front of. It’s likely that more people have watched Smith on YouTube than have ever watched a full game of Ultimate as a spectator since the game was invented.
I meet Smith at a Starbucks in Ponte Vedra Beach, Fla., a small beach town near Jacksonville, where he is recovering from a torn meniscus while living with mom ("It works," he says of the arrangement). Tall (6’4) and rangy, with a long handsome face adorned with sideburns and facial scruff, Smith could easily pass for a baseball or basketball player stopping in for a latte after practice. His injury has kept him off the Ultimate field, but that hasn’t slowed his income, since he makes a healthy living off advertising from his trick shot videos, personal appearances and clinics, and a line of equipment and apparel. By most accounts, he is the highest paid performer in Frisbee history.
Smith is weary, having returned from completing his most recent opus in Alabama the day before, this one with another trick shot crew called Legendary Shots, then staying up editing the video late into the night. Smith is particularly proud of a new trick where he spins a disc high in the air and whacks it with a baseball bat into a basketball hoop. If it all sounds like Smith and his cohorts are killing time while working an endless shift at Dick’s Sporting Goods, well, that is precisely the vibe — and the audience — they are going for.
It would be easy to write Smith off as the USAU’s equivalent to basketball’s And 1, fun if frivolous, except for the fact that Smith is also one of the world’s best players of Ultimate. It’s as if Kevin Durant had a YouTube channel devoted to his visits to Rucker Park. "He’s as naturally talented as anyone who has ever played," says Dylan Tunnell, a top player in his own right. Smith was on a pair of national championship teams at the University of Florida, and helped lead his elite club team, Doublewide of Austin, Texas, to the national title in 2012. Capable of pinpoint 80-yard passes and galloping down long bombs on the receiving end, Smith should be one of the faces of the Triple Crown Tour, and a regular on ESPN.
Instead, he is at the forefront of a breakaway faction of Ultimate players who want to grow the game in a manner far different from USAU. And surprisingly, given the fact that at first glance Smith appears to be a free spirit, he wants Ultimate to get more buttoned-down, more rules-oriented, and mainly, more profitable.
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there is a loud and growing segment of players who feel this aspect of the game is holding it back, and want referees to lend credibility to the proceedings.
At the heart of the dispute is the deceptively simple phrase "Spirit of the Game," which in Ultimate terms means a sense of ethics and sportsmanship best reflected by the fact the matches are self-officiated. Players call their own fouls, point out infractions, and police and pace the game themselves. The "Spirit of the Game" (in caps!) is even referenced in Ultimate’s "Official Rules."
But there is a loud and growing segment of players who feel this aspect of the game is holding it back, and want referees to lend credibility to the proceedings, especially among casual fans who need to be drawn to the sport. Smith, who has a booming voice to go with his "Duuude" inflection, is the face of this movement.
"I’d much rather have real refs," he says. "It’s easier for fans to understand, and they set a much faster pace — they make the call right away, you pick up the disc and go. There’s no arguing or figuring who called what. And you don’t have to worry about your opponent making a call that may be borderline."
At the U.S. Open, as with other USAU events, a hybrid system is used, with "observers" making line calls and settling disputes that the players can’t decide among themselves. However, they only get involved when necessary, and referee proponents like Smith feel the observer system only highlights the need for the real thing.
For the most part, the players’ honesty is refreshing, especially when a defender immediately raises his hand to call a foul on himself for whacking the wrist of a thrower, which happens often. On the other hand, Smith’s point became clear during one match at the Open, when two players fighting over a floating disc collided in the end zone. The defender appeared to bump the attacker with his body, but only after swatting away the pass cleanly up high. The attacker claimed the equivalent of football’s pass interference, however. Ideally, the defender would call a foul on him or herself, or the attacker would agree after discussion that the bump was incidental contact. Or, as sometimes happens, albeit usually during less important games, they could call for a "do-over," returning to the spot of the original throw and carrying on. Instead, they turned to the nearest observer, who despite being partially screened from the play called interference. The attacking team got the point, an important call in a tight match.
Next to me in the stands, an elderly man grumbled in a Carolina accent, "That’s bull-shee-yit." He clearly wasn’t feeling the spirit of the game.















