Carlos "TC" Acosta |
Height: 2 Bulls High
Joined Team: Fall 2008
Position: Handler
Its universe point, and the situation could not be any more tense. The players of GEH stand frozen, unaware of what to do next as they sit in the huddle, looking for a source of leadership and strength. All of the sudden, the crowd begins to shout in a language unbeknownst to the members of the team from Buffalo. The only sound discernable from the unknown tongue is “Ole!”. The ground begins to rumble as a stampede of bulls splits the crowd, creating a direct path to the teams huddle. As the dust settles, a man of large stature approaches the immobilized squad from Buffalo. The crowd begins to yell in unison “Hermano! Hermano!”, whilst the men shoot their pistols into the sky and the women cry and rip off their clothes. The members of GEH stand there, with mouths open, gaping at this hero that has come to their aid. He calls himself and six other members to the line, assuring victory for the Seussian warriors.
The pull goes to Buffalo, and Carlos is quickly given the disc. Though he has plenty of time to move the glorious piece of hard plastic up-field to his teammates, he stoically waits for his defender to mark him. Stall 1…2…3, no in cut seems perfect enough for this stalwart of ultimate…4…5…he looks at his dump for a mere second, not to ask for help, but to reassure the other handlers that he has everything under control…6…7…8 he preps his forehand and throws it directly into the hand of his mark. The disc is turned and the player who so skillfully hand-blocked Carlos scores the winning point for the opposition. The team falls silent except for one player who simply exclaims, “How the hell did he make Slow White?” The truth settles on players from Buffalo who together make the realization that they had mistook Carlos for a player of better caliber.
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