"The light hit Carl in the eyes, but Carl ignored it and concentrated on the frisbee as it floated through the air, spinning as it wafted down to the Earth. It was a moment Carl would not ever forget on that sunny twilight. The sun was dying slowly, and it cast an orange glow as it bathed the expansive fields kissed green by the exuberant passion of spring. Carl would always remember with surreal clarity the sublime beauty of that moment, that brief shining moment when he touched greatness. There were really only twenty people watching him on that moment, and only those people were holding their breath. Carl wasn't holding his breath. He was breathing hard, and fresh sweat on his body mingled with the dry salt from previous sweating in the day. His body ran down the field in a perfect orchestration of movement, and he was past all exhaustion. He had already reached exhaustion, and no amount of rest was worth the reward that he was striving for. The frisbee floated down further, and it seemed to glow white as it hung in the sunlight. Carl reached out for it, feet still churning the earth. His fingers felt the pure, smooth plastic for only the briefest of movements, and then it left him, it's smooth flight given a further life by Carl's grasping. It wobbled in the air as it continued forward in the air, seeming to fly of it's own accord, flying away from Carl's reach, seeming to fly forever. Carl then himself left the ground, and flew, and then, with the gentlest and firmest of grasps Carl reached out and snagged the frisbee in one solitary hand. And it seemed like Carl hung in the air, his body laying out into the great wide open as if he were a god, hovering over the heads of the mortals gaping at his sudden incarnation as a human frisbee player."(11/9/2000)