Post by Peter Campanelli on Jun 15, 2012 18:35:55 GMT -5
Frisbee is an odd sport, and there are many who would argue that it's not even a proper sport at all. Sport or not, it'd never particularly caught on in the wizarding world, a fact that suited Peter just fine, since it meant he got to be the one to introduce it to all those like minded individuals who didn't particularly see the need to hop on a broom to get a little sport in. It also meant he got to make up the rules as he went along.
The game the small cluster of students were playing showed only a passing resemblance to proper Frisbee and the rules were likely indiscernible to anyone watching. Hell, half of the guys playing didn't know exactly what they were doing, and a few didn't know which team they were on.
What they did know, however, was that it was fun. Yelling and laughing, the group was primarly male but a few girls were in the thick of things, throwing elbows with the best of them. And Peter Campanelli was smack dab in the middle of things. At least he was until he broke away from his defender and raised his hands in the air in the universally understood 'I'm open!' signal. The bright green disk sailed through the air and toward his hands.
He was, of course, not looking where he was going, more focused on the Frisbee than the world around him. Tripping over something sticking out of the ground (a tree root or a garden gnome, it hardly mattered) he went tumbling, rolling a few times before coming to a stop flat on his back, the Frisbee still clutched to his chest. Once he realized this, he held it up triumphantly, a wide grin on his face.
Once he sat up, he took a moment to catch his breath before returning to the group. "That was a horrible throw, Jake." he 'chided' but there was no venom in his tone and a wide grin on his face as he looked at his friend.
The game the small cluster of students were playing showed only a passing resemblance to proper Frisbee and the rules were likely indiscernible to anyone watching. Hell, half of the guys playing didn't know exactly what they were doing, and a few didn't know which team they were on.
What they did know, however, was that it was fun. Yelling and laughing, the group was primarly male but a few girls were in the thick of things, throwing elbows with the best of them. And Peter Campanelli was smack dab in the middle of things. At least he was until he broke away from his defender and raised his hands in the air in the universally understood 'I'm open!' signal. The bright green disk sailed through the air and toward his hands.
He was, of course, not looking where he was going, more focused on the Frisbee than the world around him. Tripping over something sticking out of the ground (a tree root or a garden gnome, it hardly mattered) he went tumbling, rolling a few times before coming to a stop flat on his back, the Frisbee still clutched to his chest. Once he realized this, he held it up triumphantly, a wide grin on his face.
Once he sat up, he took a moment to catch his breath before returning to the group. "That was a horrible throw, Jake." he 'chided' but there was no venom in his tone and a wide grin on his face as he looked at his friend.
