New York Press writer Becca Tucker - a die hard Ultimate Frisbee player - attended the open call "American Gladiators" auditions in Manhattan last weekend. Once Becca realized that she was about the least athletic person in line for the tryouts, she quickly progressed through the five stages of grief and plopped her ass down on "acceptance":
When I cracked the first can and poured it into my empty Gatorade bottle, I got some looks. "What is that?" asked an over-tanned bodybuilder who had earned the nickname Medusa for the strands of gelled hair coming out of her high ponytail. She was impulsively drawn to it because she thought it was some new energy drink.
"Beer." And just like that, I had embraced my role as outcast. I would not be ashamed - or at least, I would be less ashamed, because I would be drunk.
Note to Becca: It's less conspicuous if you mix the beer and Gatorade beforehand - that's what I used to do at track meets in high school. (Mitigating factor: I waited until after my events were completed to drink the cocktail.)
New York Press writer Becca Tucker - a die hard Ultimate Frisbee player - attended the open call "American Gladiators" auditions in Manhattan last weekend. Once Becca realized that she was about the least athletic person in line for the tryouts, she quickly progressed through the five stages of grief and plopped her ass down on "acceptance":
