'Victory Beer' / Hugo Kohler
Exactly one year ago today, a very victorious day fell upon two blessed young boys. Sean and Buzz. They won the grand final for the 2 v 2 Ultimate Frisbee division 1 league at the botanical gardens. After a stunning performance by both teams, Buzz’s clutch final throw saw Sean diving to victory in splendid fashion as he took one of the most breathtaking catches in the history of the game. However that wasn’t the only thing he would be diving for that day. When his beer mysteriously began to float out of his grasp, Sean had to step up to another level and run down his celebratory beverage. Once he grasped the true value of what he was holding, then he could really enjoy life to its fullest. Sharing this thought with his friend and teammate Buzz, they gulped down golden mouthfuls and called an end to the shirtless spirit. However the excitement of the day was far from over. During the post match press conference. (Which sadly could not be recorded as our camera battery died…) Buzz threw up the idea that he would indeed get «any» stupid tattoo on his arse. Sean being a man to understand the true meaning of life, took to this with assertive force. He gathered the masses and rallied Sir Buzz the prophet to be taken to the promised land. To Buzz’s discomfort, the people led by Sean all set foot down Carlisle street. Sean held out his hat and pleaded for donations. With growing numbers we crossed the seas and entered the parlour of promise. The woman with the holy pen asked us what was needed and we told her «We need you to draw the scripture on this man’s bum». She asked what kind of scripture. We hadn’t foreseen this crucial element… «A fishing rod with a beer bottle attached to it!» A good man yelled out. And so it was. The pen did its magic as the people watched history being engraved. We interviewed the lady with the pen, asked her how it felt to tattoo the skin of an Ultimate Frisbee champion. She said (and I do not exaggerate at all) «just another hunk of meat.» The crowd gasped and we left the parlour. Buzz had to study and the people were tired and sunburnt, we all went our separate ways and found each other very soon on the setting horizon. The frisbee still spinning in our little hearts and Buzz’s skin throbbing with holy ink. Sean pondered about how the fuck his beer escaped him, but ultimately, he thanked the gods above for his blessed fortune.