Day 193: Ultimate Mondays

(Nikon D90, Sigma 70-200 II @ ~200mm, f/4, 1/1250, ISO 320)

We're back to Sunnybrook for the next couple of weeks on Ultimate Mondays.  Woohoo to not needing to fumble with insane ISOs! 

(Nikon D90, Sigma 70-200 II @ ~120mm, f/4, 1/1250, ISO 320)

Rather uneventful game, though of the opposite nature as last season.  There were no pulverizations this time around, just solid Quick Dumpers play that earned them a win.  My boredom was also subsequently compounded by the fact that I was both hungry and somewhat tired.  Of course, being summertime... "tired" really means like seven hours of sleep (somewhere, someone has just finished rolling his/her eyes and groaning loudly). 

(Nikon D90, Sigma 70-200 II @ 92mm, f/4, 1/1000, ISO 500)

Thus, as has been the case a few times already since May, the question came up as to whether or not I'd play.  Rather than shoot it down like usual, I pondered and answered "possibly".  By far the biggest impact that would have is the fact that it wouldn't be "Ultimate Mondays" anymore with tons of pictures on the blog.  Rather, it'd probably be something like "I'm So Damn Tired From Running After a Disc Mondays", with a picture depicting just how terribly exhausted I am.  Still, the prospect of playing would be interesting.  I have absolutely zero athletic ability, having not played any sports since Phys Ed class in Grade 9.  Tossing a disc around has probably been the most 'athletic' thing I've done in the last few years, as I actually have played with a handful of friends in the only piece of greenspace at Ryerson, known as "The Quad".  In conclusion, the reality of me getting active may very well occur, with Ultimate likely being a huge chunk of that.  We'll see though.

(Nikon D60, 35mm DX, f/2.8, 1/800, ISO 200)

However, there is one thing that might stop me from doing so.  I probably would not have caught the off-field moment above of Darren and Alice during a line change.  Being a purely dedicated photographer has that benefit afterall.  Those are the moments that are just as important as someone laying out for a disc, diving for a fly ball, or crushing a pitch over everyone else.

That, is the moment it clicks.