Reykjavik, Iceland: The Tournament

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Jaison aka “Father Abraham”

The next two days in Iceland were spent playing frisbee and hanging out with our teammates. Jeff, Shannon, and I all had different teams as it was a hat tournament (names put in a hat and teams drawn from there). The teams were named after the twelve santas (also called Yule lads) that are a part of Icelandic culture. All of them have completely unpronounceable names, but here are the translations:

Sheep-cote clods: harasses sheep, but is slowed because of his peg legs
Gully gawk: he steals milk from cows, hiding in gullies until he can.
Stubby: very short, he steals pans to eat the leftovers stuck on them
Spoon licker: steals and licks spoons (duh) but is thin due to malnutrition
Pot-scraper: steals leftovers from pots
Bowl-licker: hides under beds and waits for bowls to steal
Door-slammer: likes to slam doors especially at night
Skyr-gobbler: he really like the Icelandic yogurt dish skyr
Sausage swiper: he hides in the rafters and steals smoking sausage
Window peeper: he looks through windows to steal things
Doorway-sniffer: with his really big one he hunts for a special bread
Meat-hook: uses a hook to steal meat
Candle stealer: follows children to steal their candles. 
I think Shannon has been throwing like this since I met her.
The tournament was well run, we never had to much time between games, and our games were usually a good level of play. I think every team had only one beginner, and also one Icelander. The Icelanders all learn to play through practice plans emailed by Hanna. They sometimes have an experienced player with them, people traveling through, but my understanding is that it is mostly beginners teaching each other. Really interesting way to learn a sport. Many of them have been at it for a couple years though, so they must enjoy it. For many of them, this was their very first tournament. 
Jeff, drinking Gatorade. Gatorade comes in cans in Iceland. Weird right? Almost looks like beer…

The tournament was held in a gym that was a 15 min (supposedly) walk from the hotel. The only issue with this was that it snowed the night before the tournament, and then melted into 6in high piles of slush. To top it off, Jeff and I are now light packers (well, Jeff always has been, and I’ve been improving) so we only brought one pair of shoes. The one we were going to play in (stupid packers apparently). When we got to the gym our shoes were squish-squash-ing all over. Jeff’s brilliant idea to deal with this was to play with plastic bags between his dry socks and shoes. Mine was to put my socks and shoes on the radiator between games. I guess his idea was better because by the end of the weekend I had two large blisters on my arches, and Jeff just had extremely smelly socks.

Jeff’s team per game cheer.

As it turned out, Jeff and Shannon’s team got to play each other in the finals, so I was in charge of photos and drinking. Both of which I took very seriously.

Shannon O’Callahan in black.

All throughout the tournament, people would come up to me and tell me “your mate is pretty good.” I would take this opportunity to either brag about her or tell embarrassing stories about our antics in college. Honestly, those things aren’t necessarily exclusive though.

Jeff, readying the scoober (kind of throw)
During a time-out, some British folks organized a show of human bowling. It consists of ten people being pins, and someone somersaulting into them like a bowling ball. You fall if the ball hits you or if someone falling over hits you. Pretty amusing stuff.
Time out bowling
Time out bowling
Shannon’s team ended up winning the finals, sorry Jeff. After the game they played a spirit game we call “Ninja.” I’m going to describe it now, but don’t worry if it doesn’t make sense. It begins with all hands in the center, and then on the count of three everyone jumps back and takes a ninja pose. Then, the first person “attacks,” the goal is to hit the hand or fingers of someone else in one fluid motion. Between attacks, people must stay frozen, unless they are being targeted, in which case they can make one fluid motion to get their hands out of the way. Play goes in a clockwise motion from the first person, and the order is the same from the first round, even if people start to mix up. If C moves between A and B, C still goes after B. If your hand is touched, you’re out. If you move out of turn, your hands go under your chin like a bunny. I think that is all the rules. Go forth and spread the game!
Start of the Ninja game.
Shannon dodging Marcus’s dive.
Jeff is in the final two.
Hopefully this isn’t too boring of a post?
I think one reason this tournament was so amazing in my opinion was because it was 87+ friendly people, brought together by frisbee, taking over Iceland for a week. We invaded restaurants, pools, busses, bars, and hotels. If we didn’t have anything to do, we would just sit in the hotel lobby and play card games. More on that later. Since the weather was cold and dark, and the city was so small, we would have nothing to do but hang out with each other. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I am completely happy with that.

I almost forgot! One thing that came away from the tournament was the song Father Abraham. It goes like this:
Father Abraham, seven sons he had,
seven sons had Father Abraham, 
and he never laughed, HA
and he never cried, OH
all he did was go like this:
to the left (everyone holds there left hand out)

Repeat chorus shaking your left hand, then the next verses are:

to the right,
to the left leg, 
to the right leg, 
to the X (tongue, couch (and dance around couch), to the belly, etc)

Each verse is repeated before the chorus is begun (for example, on the third time you would say “to the left, to the right, to the left leg, then begin chorus). While singling you should be shaking and dancing with the body parts sung so far (so with the example, shaking your left hand, right hand, and now left leg). It’s like the hokey pokey but way better.

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This is Elsa from Sweden, she’s really good, and only 17.

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