Apparently something has clicked.  The great pull I wrote about just the other day must have been magical.  Maybe there was fairy dust on the frisbee? or maybe some of my Irish luck cashed out or my positive karma balance was consumed.

Ever since my amazing pull the other day, I suddenly know how to pull.  I know exactly what I have to do, how to stand, how to move, how to throw.  It’s like something inside my head went clicky clicky and suddenly everything is clear.  It’s quite a feeling.

Now, I won’t claim to be a pulling god or anything… yet.  The distance on my pulls could be better and I still occasionally make a mistake and F it up, but of the 20 or so times I tried pulling during warm up and during my game tuesday, 16 were consistently acceptable pulls. That makes me very happy.