"When I joined this team there was no pride. We got beat, regularly; and because of that were got beat down psychologically. There were games in which we never came to compete, and players who didn't care if we won or lost. Pitt Ultimate is now a team that refuses to be a doormat or a cakewalk for any team at any level. We play as a team and we battle- every tournament, every game, every point, every cut and throw. We dont always win; but if you've beaten us, you have earned it. We are a team with pride in what we do and where we have come from and we simply try our hardest all the time. If that is the one thing that stays behind when I leave this team, I will have no regrets. Battle."
-Sean McComb
As a freshman, Sean McComb's personal highlight reel included a releasing a
high release into a defender's chest. Since that time, Sean has become the
epitome of hard work, heart, desire, and on-field fashion. Outside of
playing ultimate, Sean's spend his time learning how to be better than you
at ultimate and how to do the same with his team. Supposedly, he also does
a little schoolwork, but we can't figure out how or when. His desire to
dominate others is only shadowed by his desire to have the most fashionable
look of the season. At 2003 Western Pennsylvania Sectionals, Sean's unique
apparel and ability to make a zone d look Swiss cheese allowed the team to
qualify for their first ever Metro East Regionals and won him En Sabah Nur's
2003 Sectionals MVP. Currently, Sean is studying abroad in London, figuring
out exactly how it is possible to break your foot in the same spot three
different times three different ways, and how to mend those breaks in time
for the 2004 season. --Brody
I have been playing Ultimate for three years. I have had some of the greatest players in the Mid-Atlantic help me to learn my position. Everyday I work harder to make myself a better player, to make Sabah a better team, and to make Pitt Ultimate a better program. I push my teammates to excel on the field, I push them to get their shit together off the the field so that they can continue to get back on the field. I AM a dick. I will push you to work harder everyday that you are on my team, and you will be a better player for it. I love the feeling of winning and I absolutely despise losing, and that is why I play, to win. As a captain I only ask that you dedicate yourself 100% to constant self-improvement and battle every point, that is how we will become champions.
An old man once said, "Go West young bison." (well, probably....there are a lot of old men. Think of the chances.) So that's what I did. I fled the capitalism capital of the state and came to the Ultimate mecca that is Pittsburgh in search of independence, and a 175gram round piece of plastic. I have found both in abundance. The independence provided by my father and his tuition payments, and the frisbee's and opportunity to use them were procured by one William "Brody" Brotman. Thus far most of my time has been spent running after that spinning disc or throwing it to someone else in hopes of running after it again. Somewhere along the line I got roped into this deal where I have to bother people to give me money. Then I have to not lose it for HOURS AT A TIME. Finally, I give it to Brody so that his van doesn't get stuck on the turnpike and all of the people that have been exposed to Phill's buttocks over the years don't have the opportunity to attack us (and you know they'd all be right there...you know). And what do I, the ropee, get out of all of this? So far, I've gotten out of carrying Phill's beer. Woo-friggin-hoo. But actually, im not bitter. Nope. Because I also get some quazi-leadership out of it, and I have goals for us, I do. And plans. But no one ever suspects the quiet one.....no....never.....
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