Kevin Flynn  

Age: Soon to be twenty-two going on twelve.

Height: Tall enough not to be called short, but short enough not to be tall.

Weight: Rapidly approaching the blue whale status thanks to Julie's cookies and old man winter.

Hometown: Minneapolis, MN

Major: Peace Studies

Nickname: Flynner, O Captain my captain, Nootkis, Crabby

Position: I am currently the leader (and only member) of the CSBSJU ultimate pep band.  Thankfully my skills on the kudu horn get me invited to most tournaments.  Lord knows it aint my looks or charm.

Throws: I am working on developing the ability to guide the disc with my mind through a serious of arduous and often painful meditations, but have yet to accomplish anything beyond giving myself a headache.  So for now, I am stuck with a moonsaw forehand and the wayward traveler backhand.

Weapon of choice: Forehand

Best disc memory:  The time after St Olaf that I ordered my usual tremendous 12 at Perkins, but didn’t get my pancakes, and then the waitress yelled at me because the cooks were gonna be mad at her for messing up my order.  Also that time at regions when I didn’t re-tear my ACL and got to play.  The bestest tippy top pinnacle memory however has to be winning the Buzzy Hellring Spirit award at junior Nats.  Peace and love to all the Rage out there in disc land. 

Tourneys played in: Landed on my head too many times to recall em all.

Played since: The day Mike Main told me I needed to try frisbee.  (Summer of 96).  Thank you Mikey.

Favorite catch/throw:  Where’s the favorite D’s column?  Who gives a crap about catches or throws?

Disc revelations:  1. Vu is a better Brittney Spears than Brittney, but Wade might look hotter in a dress.  2. Mad Dog rots the brain.  3. No matter what, as long as men and women go to tournaments together, there will always be frisbee gossip.  4. Friar Huck is musically handicapped, we couldn’t come up with a good cheer even if we had all five of the Beatles and Billy Ray Cyrus on the team.

Other comments:  Every disc is my disc.  I pity the foo’ that disagrees!    I buried the secret to my ultimate success, a pack of trident, and five dollars in a small earthen jar beneath the tundra so that some future disc player may know the happiness I do, and have fresh breath.