Have been Christened today into yet another American experience (me being Russian and all). Attended my son's first Ultimate Frisbee game (my first time at any school game ((if only I understood the rules)). It was a lot of standing on green turf and jumping and shouting, and kids running and shouting, and coaches waving and shouting, and frisbees flying. And I kept imagining them shearing off people's heads and fountains of blood shooting into sunny sky. Many parents tried to chat me up, asking me what I was thinking about. I politely smiled and feigned deafness. I AM AN AWFUL PERSON, I KNOW.
You get a if you spot a frisbee in the picture below.