Greenie ultimate advocates have argued the “sustainability” of the “sport”, but what about the sustainability of the Earth? Discs don’t fly so well in hurricanes, blizzards, or after core meltdowns and the subsequent losses of gravity and atmospheric pressure. Or maybe they fly, but like a Mississippi State huck just not to anywhere near the spot you had in mind.
Recent bad weather has kept some teams from practicing, so unless you live south of I-10 (LSU excluded despite the juxtaposition of University Lake), you and your teammates might as well have crashed an airplane in the Andean cordillera. If you have to practice on a glacier, at least do it for real so you can eat the worst of your rookies.
To further the point, consider Mardi Gras. Before the turn of the century, Al Gore, and the environmental end of time, Mardi Gras was played at Highland Park. The fields were lush. Until one day, it rained. Then the tournament moved north of I-10, to Independence Park. Until one day, it rained again, even harder. So then the tournament moved still farther north of I-10, to St. Francisville. Until last year it rained so freaking hard the whole thing got washed out.
Save us, someone, because my February frisbee regimen is untenable:
Amidst the crumbling glass and steel of failed urban industrialism, Goaltimate is the sport humanoids will play in the post-apocalyptic dawn of the new world. Radiation poisoning from nuclear fallout will warp field lines into three-dimensional arcs in the sky, and turf mutations will cause accessory cones to spring up at random all over the playing surface like extra nipples. Due to widespread population decline, former enemies will be forced to unite on the same team. Also, everyone in the future will be female, but due to extremely cold Earth temperatures, everyone will also have ferocious beards.