| 1999
marked our first experience in Versailles, Ohio. We donned
our finest shirts and watched as an Ohio hurricane swept away
our tents and dashed our hopes of being dry come Sunday.
We loaded half the team into a car and hit the drive thru beer
store for mid-storm relief. We somehow worked our way through Saturday and into
the C-Pool for Sunday. We went to C-Pool finals on Sunday
against Blackened Chicken Lung and narrowly lost that tight and
exceedingly fun game. Sluggo always seems to pull it out
against us. The win, I mean... Our first year marked
a turning point in our lives. Although Poultry
Days happens only once each year, ChickeNooga became a
year-round phenomenon that sometimes spooks us when we look into
the mirror...
Photos
from ChickeNooga 1999 |
| 2000
found us in yellow and with lower #'s than what was
needed. During the drive up on Friday, a carload of us
discovered Buffalo Jacks in Covington - ever tried antelope
sausage?? It made us run like antelopes - we were
lightly-leaping and crazy-fast!! Must be that we weren't
all too used to the speed cause we kept mistiming our cuts &
throws... Our cheers earned curious looks, as did our play.
Nothing seemed to earn us points... We survived Saturday and had little
energy to finish on Sunday. Seems like we drove home at
some point.
Bio:
ChickeNooga was
conceived early in the spring of 1999 as a means to travel far
beyond what we as individual Ultimate players ever had before. We gathered our thoughts, combined our hearts, purchased a
water balloon launcher, entered our bid for Poultry Days, and
were laid upon the straw. ChickeNooga
hatched at the moment Poultry Days accepted us, and we blossomed
into a wondrous bird of play during our short stay in
Versailles.
“Every
day in every way we pray to play on Poultry Day!” -
ChickeNooga
Photos
from ChickeNooga 2000 |
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2001
was the year we were green. It
could have been the year that ChickeNooga went home with the
championship title, but we didn't. In fact, we won very
few games. Alas, we were NOT "that team".
In the end, we were all winners, and we had some pretty
incredible and amusing memories to take home with us. (See
Bio for 2002)
Bio:
The year was 1999, and the world was reckless.
Spinning at an incredible rate, dancing wildly around the
sun, the world seemed somehow misplaced.
People everywhere groped the sky with nimble fingers for
a sign, for some indication that good things were approaching.
The search seemed futile.
Then, late one spring night, silently, as if by ethereal
magic and carbonated lubrication, a fowl presence was hatched:
ChickeNooga, ahhh ahhh, savior of the universe.
Meanwhile,
the heavens rained down upon the earth, the sun shared its
encouraging warmth, and wee little sparrows posited seeds upon
the land: collaborating in a mellifluous symphony of lush green
grasses to cushion speedy feet and horizontal bodies.
A rolling mountain, a small ocean, an encompassing path,
and a fabulous arrangement of plasticized creatures descending upon
Versailles: There
our hero, ChickeNooga, converged and first shared its divine
breath and offered humanity the hope for which it so longed.
Photos
from ChickeNooga 2001
Read the 2001 Invitation |
| 2002 has yet to reveal the
wonderment and atrocity that will surely unfold.
ChickeNooga waits restlessly as the three masters of Poultry
guide themselves along the path of Poultry positioning.
Toes crossed and eyes shut tight, ChickeNooga hopes against hope
to be chosen yet again to grace Versailles with its presence.
Something about water balloon launchers
and fireworks... I really don't remember... But,
God! We had nice shirts!
Bio:
2001
found a humble group of souls gathered intimately in the
confines of dark-windowed van traveling northward.
It was love what brought them together and love what kept
them together. Others,
connected on the same lovelength, traveled from afar by other
means, but it was love what brought them together and love what
kept them together. Love.
As
they all converged aside the grassy knoll beneath the setting
orange sun, the love spread forth to encompass the entire
universe what was Versailles.
They shared with the world their loveNooga, what made the
world a better place.
For
all their concern and temperament, somewhere during that first
morning, parts of the game were lost.
The plastic simply would not favor our friends.
They gave up their all and fought to the end, never
rising to the potential they knew was there, as they possessed
the love what would rule the world.
But, alas, they were not “that team.”
They still had tomorrow.
And all was well.
As
young Bosco wrestled with the entanglement of female legs, he
felt the powerful love of the group, and he wished to become as
one. But, it could
not be allowed. So,
he was banished and set forth on his journey to another place,
leaving behind him a group of people swelling in numbers, a mass
what would draw forth the enchantment of the evening.
And nighttime succumbed to the encroaching daylight as
mirth and laughter faded into slumber.
Sunday
shone bright with the light what would provide fuel for the
growth of their love. Intrepid
explorers come to discover the wonders of the night came at a
price, as they played a game what should have been Ultimate.
But, what was not. Nevertheless,
our heroes exploded unto Versailles with unbridled love and
spirits what made giants tremble with jealousy.
They played and they danced and they loved the world up! They even scored a few points.
It
was a weekend what minds will recall till the end of time: A
weekend of ChickeNooga in paradise.
Photos
from ChickeNooga 2002
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| 2003 was
the dynamo go getter lackluster screamaster humming good time of
discapointing play upon the field emblazoned glowingly by
ridiculous goodtimes at the fair and beyond. Did Wade
really want that water balloon launcher? You bet he did!
(It wasn't us, Wade, I promise) We dressed ourselves like
clowns. And kings. Movie stars. Football
players. There was even a caveman amongst us. Etc Etc... Goodness, but the laughter
- what was its impetus?? Monte Blanc rode a bicycle
down the hill. Truly,
the pictures do more justice to 2003 than any words ever could.
Not sure that ChickeNooga really played Ultimate this year... Bio:
Need to find
it...
Photos from ChickeNooga 2003
Read the 2003 Invitation
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| 2004: The
year of the missing flag caper - where were the Mystery Machine
and those meddling kids!? Baby Steps visited us and played
in our sandbox.
"In Denmark, you'd all be dead!"
That really kinda sums it all up.
Bio:
Need to find
it...
Photos
from ChickeNooga 2004
Read the 2004 Invitation
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| 2005 found
us starting the party on Friday afternoon, a mistake that we may
make again. We brought an army! Saturday morning
came, and we had The Moth with beard and the team in black. We
played great all day. Even with socks. Late afternoon we faced Team
USA. Even though Team USA may have played left-handed
invert-throw offense hopping on one foot with a 25% max-effort mid-field-only defense, but the
fact remains that ChickeNooga scored more points on them than
anyone else in the tournament. Read into that what you
will, most do. However, if you weren't there then you'll
never know how absurdly amazing ChickeNooga is against a team
that isn't watching. Bio:
ChickeNooga was
formed in 1999 following a twelve-day Kool-Aid
binge. Somehow, we actually drove to Versailles and managed
not to lose anyone, unlike the games of Ultimate that we
played... But, that's not important. There's no way anyone
can convince us (and yes I've the authority to speak for
everyone, even Chris A!) that we should be more careful with
the disc. What's the point!? During the years 1999 thru
2003, ChickeNooga won some games and ChickeNooga lost some
games, but never once did ChickeNooga sleep with a sheep. It
was in 2004 that ChickeNooga finally slept with a sheep. Is
that baaaaaaad??
Photos from ChickeNooga 2005
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| 2006 was a glorious year! You can just imagine! A special thanks goes out to Buffalo Jack at "Buffalo Jack's" in Covington, Ohio for his generous support of our inane lifestyle. If you've never been,
you should drop in, have a high life, view a classic episode of gunsmoke, and munch on some sausages - unbelievable!!
Bio:
Something like this... Twas merely a moment ago, it seems, when we were there last, gathered together amongst the lush green bladey blades beneath the Ohio skies, aside the pond, near the hill. There was us, and there was them. We played & we strayed; we wondered & we wandered; we discovered that Friday is best for rest, were it not for the treasure of pleasure. Some of us even spooned opponents upon the playing field proper in the light of day. Others of us just got whomped. That was 2005.
ChickeNooga plans yet again to perturb social sobriety with unmitigated acts of profligacy and recklessness. At long last, excitable souls shall collide upon the shiny green grasses of Versailles and vex the atrocities of mediocrity, thereby igniting the imaginations of good children everywhere.
Photos from ChickeNooga 2006
A really fancy BIG image of ChickeNooga 2006
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| 2007 was
there year that will forever remind us all to bring our own
chairs. We wore pink and we looked real good. Even
Nick Goetz thought so, and Nick is rarely complimentary...
Rayray eggeater took 3rd in the Cool Hand Luke and thusly
embedded us in yet another year of playing in the park, which
the best thing of all next to a smooch from Miss Chick.
Word to the wise: walk past Ski and don't say goodnight.
We think that maybe it'd be a good idea to bring back Sluggo for
the 2008. Cha cha real smooth. Let's go to work.
Take it back now ya'll... A big thanks from ChickeNooga to all the folks
that work so hard to bring us Poultry Days - there truly is
nothing like it!
Bio:
We are ChickeNooga, and
the only time we get into trouble is when we get together. We like to eat at
Buffalo Jacks in Covington, Ohio - they have cold high life and tasty sausages!
W e
didn't do too well in 2006, most of our team was in bed before midnight, Friday
and Saturday nights... After 7 years, Wade finally convinced us to leave the
water balloon launcher at home with the fireworks. ChickeNooga has never made it
to finals and, thus, has never won the tournament. That would change were only
one team to show other than us. Making finals, that is. When we play well, we
are indomitable, unless the other team plays better. We played Team USA in 2005.
They beat us. We had our picture taken with Miss Chick in 2002. It cost us only
fifty dollars.
Photos from
ChickeNooga 2007
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