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The Mohawk Lifestyle – Reflections on five years of…

I’ve thought about this post a lot, an awful lot. And often wondered about how I can possibly fit 5 years worth of reflections about my time as what I will call a student Mohawk (because, as our motto says, I will ALWAYS BE A MOHAWK) into a piece of writing that people will be bothered to read to the end. Truth be told, I don’t think I will. I believe most readers will start reading this, switch off and find something better to do. That’s not a challenge, nor a call for you to read it all to its bitter conclusion, merely my thoughts on the matter.

If the reader has themselves a cup of tea and a comfy seat, or a while to kill on a train ride, then maybe, just maybe, they will finish my drivel. Either way, I’m writing it.

I hope that this blog comes some way close to summarising my time as a student Mohawk and the absolute joy it has given me. I’ve so many memories, some of which will feature, and have met so many incredible people who I will consider friends for the rest of forever – I hope the reciprocal can be said from them, from you. I’m not sure whether I would have gotten through university without the Mohawks. Many people say that their degree got in the way of playing Ultimate; they’re right and I wholeheartedly agree with them, but equally I think without the Ultimate I would have struggled to get through the degree itself!

Year 1. 2008-09. The start

For those of you who don’t know, officially I am a failed Sussex footballer. I came to university intending to try Ultimate frisbee out but definitely wanted to play football. I didn’t even make the third team (I still maintain that this is their loss, but I’m delighted). So I went to my first session, had a chap called RimJob teach me to throw sidearms and then had Duncan MacDonald as my captain (for the Lewes Court team). I had no idea if I was doing anything well or not, I just remember feeling shattered BUT I did score on Felix for the win in the final. Ask him about how that felt, he might come up with some story about it being a pick.

I was told that day that I was pretty good at the sport and I became hooked. I signed up to the beginner’s tournament, got given a nickname on the way to it and have been referred to as that forever more (I will exclude writing it here, for the obvious reasons and maintaining professional dignity). Despite the horror of the name, it is mine and there is a part of me that smiles everytime I hear it, because it shows me that I belong somewhere.

Something I have often struggled with in life is not wanting to be left out. So for somebody like me, who didn’t go out all that much for a while, to have an identity felt amazing. People knew my nickname who I hadn’t even met yet which was unbelievable and eventually, this acceptance into the club, made me come out of my shell and start embracing every second of Mohawks I could.

The year ended in a blur, being made Open Captain for the following season, the awards dinner and then playing my first season of Tour with Brighton Ultimate. This was it. This was now to be my life. I have to, at this point, thank Nick White for being my first ever Mohawks captain. Whilst I was always be indebted to Longface and Bob for captaining my beginner’s team, it was Nick who was Mohawks captain for my first season, and I will always be grateful for that.

Year 2. 2009-10. The Stress

The second year of my university studies will always, I believe, be the single most stressful year of my life. I was a fairly clueless Open Captain but somehow managed to blunder through and end the year with some BUCS points! This was all to be eclipsed by Beezer’s Open Captaincy the year after but hey, I am one of many proud Mohawks Open Captains.

I can look back at captains before me and be humbled to be included in the same list as them, then I can look forward through the list and see some phenomenal people and to be a part of that is incredible. I know as well that the longer the list goes on there will be so many people who I don’t deserve to have preceded, but somebody had to and I’m lucky enough one of those folks was me. And nobody can take that away.

People have complimented me on my year as Open Captaincy and said what a good job I did do, but I was just part of the machinery. The club has seen extraordinary growth since then, as demonstrated by the end of season photos, but that could have happened with anybody else in my position.

I always, always strived to put the club first, and endeavoured to ensure that the members were happy but then that’s what I assume everybody else did, too. So I don’t consider myself special for doing that. It is true that nothing came before the Mohawks that year, and still doesn’t now if I can engineer it, perhaps to the detriment of my studies and friendships outside of frisbee, but it was completely worth it when, at the end of the year, I was finally able to look from the outside and see where the club can come to. I was just a part of that year, and I’m delighted I was, but so many people had probably more of an impact.

I cannot thank Beezer enough for his support during that year. The simple act of going to the pub with me (Park Crescent, still one of my favourites) and letting me destress onto him was something I can not thank him enough for. Couple that with Callum joining the club, quickly becoming one of my best friends and reminding me that, when trying to study, frisbee was still more important made the year bearable. And it wouldn’t be far to talk about my second year with mention to an American friend of mine so thanks to Kristen to, for helping to keep me sane and grounded. These three people, along with others (particularly my three amazing housemates Becky, Carly and Kat), helped to make that year one that I am immensely proud of and will always look back on it with a big cheesy grin and tell everybody I meet that I was once Open Captain of the Mohawks, please bask in my glory.

Year 3. 2010-2011. The successful Mr. Beezer

Making Beezer my successor for Open Captaincy was a good decision. Results certainly confirm this as, finally (in our eyes) Mohawks Open won some nationals. It was tough but we had the drive, the desire, the belief, the ability and now the leadership to succeed on a national scale. That first gold medal is still one of the first things I see when I wake up in the morning and helps me start everyday knowing that I can accomplish stuff. It might take three years but I can.

I also, finally, managed to captain a team to national glory in St. Andrews in the outdoor mixed division. What a team that was and that tournament was easy, because of us. That trophy, and those memories, sit high up in my mind of achievements.

I don’t recall much else from the year, to be honest, it was massively successful on pitch with the club winning 4 of 6 national titles (never bettered? by anyone?) and a joy to be a part of in that sense, but we had also grown a fair bit and so were dealing with larger numbers. It was an exciting challenge and I know the current committee are playing a difficult balancing game with this in mind, but from what I’ve seen, they’ve done great as shown by the 50+ people at the AGM.

Ah! The only other stand out memory from the year was cycling to Burla. I’d say that ranks alongside those nationals in terms of life accomplishments. I know Beezer has taken cycling to the next level, so he would probably spend half the time getting to Italy now and so might be embarrassed by the 9 days it took us, but I’m still living off of that brag.

Year 4. 2011-12. The year of Mr. Yeo

Having been overlooked by me for captaincy the year before, Ashley stepped into the shoes left by the Scottish defector Beezer and, by all accounts, did brilliantly. We had lost Beezer, Bumfluff and Nick from the year before which are not easy people to replace. But Ashley managed to get the team playing the way he wanted, whilst showing us all exactly what sort of efforts was required off the pitch. His Open team successfully defended our outdoor national title – boom.

The year was odd for me, in many ways. The boys whom I had grown up with were gone. Callum, Robbie and Kneetu were soon to be going, too. The team of people who I had captained and had around me had left or were leaving, and I was sad. It had been, in my mind, some sort of mini-era and it seemed to be coming to a close.

That’s not to say that I wasn’t excited for the next year, my final student Mohawk year, and nor is it to belittle the pride I took in being President of the club for the year, but it was certainly noticed by me. I should definitely add that being voted as President was a huge thing for me. I absolutely love the club and wanted to help out and support in any way I could, officially or not. I was delighted to be President and hope I did the job with the respect it deserves. It’s a strange role, because for all of the grandeur in the title, the President doesn’t have all that much power and I hope, more than anything, I didn’t overstep my mark at any point.

Despite the on-field successes during the year the proudest moment for me came at the awards dinner. As much as Rear of the Year 2012 is an award I am wonderfully happy with, being told that I was Spirit of the Mohawks was without doubt the best memory from the year.

To be recognised by my clubmates as somebody who put in everything for the club whilst trying to run after plastic in a dignified manner, is something that brought an emotion I’ve not experienced before to the forefront of my being. I honestly did not know what to say, such was the humbling nature of it. Having been somebody who got to decide on Spirit of the Mohawks previously I knew just how important this award is and I still struggle to comprehend winning it.

Year 5. 2012-13. Stepping back

Having been a committee member for the previous three years, therefore having a say in how the club was run, I knew that this year, my final as a student, would be tough. Not only that I had to step back from the running, but also from seeing people due to essentially having a full time job all of a sudden. This could have alienated me, easily.

Luckily for me, the captains for the year (Lawrence & Ed and Shimmy) made me feel very welcome and like a part of their respective team and as though I could contribute on the field of play. Whilst Open results weren’t quite what we wanted I can always look back on this particular year as the year when I won my “missing” national crown – mixed indoors.

I would like to make a special mention to the job that Lawrence and Ed have done with the Open team this year. Having to captain a team containing the like of me, Frank, Ashley, Shimmy, Hayden and others whilst being less experienced on paper is not an easy task – and they did admirably. I hope that they both, along with all captains of the Mohawks from time gone by and in the future, will look back on “their” year with a smile and know that they have contributed to something special.

I don’t know how this year will end. I am writing this before the awards dinner so that I can claim that I haven’t cried when thinking back to over my time because I know that I am almost certain to that night.

A special thank you

I’m going to try and sum up my thoughts and feelings on the five years in a moment or two, first I need to thank a few people specially. There are many, many more people I should thank and I hope that everybody reading this feels some appreciation from me because chances are you’ve contributed in some way to my time as a student Mohawk, and for that I am eternally grateful.

Felix. My coach. Thank you.
Bumfluff. One of my boys and somebody who always helps me to enjoy my Ultimate.
Eunuch. My first ever Open Captain.
Beezer. One of my best friends, helped me through my Open Captaincy and then captained my to Open glory.
Jimmy OB. The nicest, warmest person I think I will ever meet.
Skinny. My first ever captain on a Wednesday. And he was great company on a drive to Glasgow.
Bob & Longface. My beginner team captains.
Ashley. The most dedicated man I’ve met, an inspiration.
Kneetu. The best hugger in existence, and he saved regionals for me in year 4.
Kristen. Became one of my closest friends despite only being here for a few months.
Megan. Another completely dedicated, inspirational person who is excellent company for cups of tea.
Easey. Lived with me for two years! Has become a truly wonderful friend.
Shimmy. Captained me for my missing national title!
Tom White. For shouting abuse at my poor play – I will always better myself when he is around.
Becky, Kat & Carly. My first ever housemates at uni, for two years as a collective! Despite not playing Ultimate they supported me no end and put up with a lot from me
Callum. I don’t know where to begin. This man is incredible.

Final thoughts. Impossible

Trying to sum up everything coherently is nye-on impossible. I know I have focussed mostly on Open but every club member who I have encountered, past or present, is a somebody I hold in high regard, because they are a Mohawk. And Mohawks are special people.

I have no idea where this final chunk is leading to. I cannot express in any words in my vocabulary what it means to have been a student Mohawk for five years. I’m not sure that they words even exist! What I do know, though, is that whenever ANYBODY asks me about my Ultimate frisbee the first thing I will say is that I AM a Mohawk.

I will always be one.

When I look back on the five years I cannot find words to begin comprehending what this club has done for me. Socially, confidence, physically. It is unbelievable. It has caused me to become me, if I’m honest, and without it I don’t really know what sort of a person I would be. I am sad to go and leave student ultimate but I do so with my head held high. Most importantly, however, whilst I have a tear in my eye, I also leave with a huge level of excitement for the future of this club.

The club has given me so much, and so much more than that, that to have been even a little part of it is something incredible. I hope that you, if you have read this far and are affiliated with Mohawks at all yourself, appreciate how fantastic the club is and revere it as much as I do whilst knowing that you, too, are always a Mohawk.


Paying for the new BU(1) kit.

Hey folks,

If you ordered kit then it is here! Less the shorts but they will be soon.
So I would like to charge you, please.

Shirts cost £15 a shirt
Shorts cost £18.50 a pair
Hoodies cost £20

Please pay to:
Mr RJ Roberts

Email president[at]mohawks[dot]co[dot]uk once you’ve paid telling me how much, your reference and when you paid, and your name.

If you’re unsure what you ordered please refer back to: or simply ask me via email.

Once you’ve paid, I will confirm it and then sort out when to get your kit to you (I’m out of town until after Tour 2 so probably not until then).

Cheers all. Please pay ASAP as I now owe 2D clothing plenty of money.


Why not “like” 2D Clothing, too:

Mohawk Emails

Kit/Hoody opportunity…

Hey Mohawks,

Brighton 1 are ordering new kit this year. You have the
opportunity to buy one of the new shirts we are ordering. As well as a hoody if
you like. The design is attached to this forum page:

(sorry, struggling with technology) so look at that for reference. I cannot
guarantee prices at the moment but what I can say is that two shirts and a pair
of shorts will be no more than £55 and will likely be less. The hoody with the
big logo on the back will be black with white printing and will cost £20.

If you would like to order something then please fill out the GDoc below before
Friday at 8.00pm. It’s a strict deadline so if you miss it you wont get
anything. You will not have to pay for 3 weeks but must order by the deadline.

The sizing below is compared to FIVE Ultimate sizing to help you decide.

sizing is: S – 36″, M – 38″, L – 40/42″, XL – 44″, 2XL – 46″

(Just to compare that with Five: S – 37.5″. M – 40.5″. L – 44″. XL – 47″. XXL -49)

The sizing for the hoodies:

Size S M L XL 2XL

Chest To Fit (Inches) 38 40-42 44-46 48 50-52
Actual Chest (cm) 102 112 122 132 142
Actual Length (cm) 66 69 71 74 76

The logo is property of 2D clothing ( we do not have
permission to use this in another form.

Any questions just ask Ashley, or myself.






Mohawk Emails

Reminder – team photo tomorrow!

Hello one and all,

Reminder that the team photo is tomorrow. Our slot is at 13:45 so this means that you’ve got to be in the common room at 13:30, dressed in full Mohawks kit (please bring both your red and black top). The photo is being taken in the Debating Chamber.

See you tomorrow at 13:30. Afterwards Felix will do the training as per the email he sent last week – vital that you’re there if you are going to be at trainings next year!

Ciao for now,

Mohawk Emails

Team Photo – Wednesday week 4 – 13:45

Hello one and all,

The big club photo (organised by the Union) this year will be on Wednesday 9th May (week 4) at 13:45. It costs £10 and you must bring this exact amount with you if you want to purchase a photo. They’re nice, well worth a tenner.

Bring full Mohawks kit (red and black tops, please) – captains bring trophies. If it is sunny we will be on the grass out the back of Falmer bar – leading over to Russell’s clump. If it is raining then it’ll be in the debating chamber (off of the common room in Falmer House). Therefore, please make sure that you’re about by 13:30, and not a second later. Then the creative ones among us can decide who is going to wear red, and who black etc etc.

Remind one another, too! I’m telling you this now so those at training tomorrow can tell each other about it for next week. If you cannot come then I can only apologise.

See you soon, don’t forget Fun Tuesdays is on at Preston Park, from 6pm (or so) until dark.



AGM Summary

Hey all,

Thanks for those that attended the AGM last Friday. Sorry we overran by about 25 minutes,  I did my best to keep it within 2 hours but these things inevitably carry on a little bit. Hopefully it was enjoyable for all and thanks for all of your feedback from the year and ideas going forward – we appreciate it all (all the time) so if you’ve over thoughts then let me know. It is important that the committee represents the club so its up to you do ask stuff of us!

Minutes and suchlike can her found here:

Please add comments to this forum topic:

Sorry about the lack of proper hyperlinks, just use your copy and paste functions. AND if your comments/thoughts are more specific then feel free to start a new topic on the Mohawk Discussion part of the forum.

One thing that you as members need to do is to nominate people to enter the Hall of Fame. If you’ve somebody in mind then please send them to me. If you are submitting somebody then please get a seconding (and a thirding I reckon) from people who agree with you that somebody should be included. Then the committee will vote on them and at the awards dinner announce who has been entered, with some sort of cap.

The email should be of this form:

I [your name], and [seconder’s/thirder’s names] would like to nominate [nominee’s name] to be entered into the Mohawks Hall of Fame.

The reasons are: bla bla bla

NB: I think we said that people entering the hall of fame should at least be leaving the club this year. Maybe we said a year AFTER they leave but that might be too long. So for now, don’t nominate anybody who is still going to be a student next year, but anybody leaving – feel free to nominate them! Or anybody who left a while back. I will let BU know soon, too.

That’s all from me for now. Congratulations and good luck new committee!


Mohawk Emails

AGM is tonight!

Hey all, AGM tonight, 7pm, Falmer House Room 126.
The AGM is for all club members whether you’re standing for a position or not. Therefore I really, really urge you to come and also drag any other Mohawks with you that you might see. There are only a finite number of excuses that I will accept but please do tell somebody if you’re not coming along, or, alternatively, just come along.
So, that’s Falmer House Room 126, 7pm, tonight.
Please, also, bring some biscuits. We will struggle to make tea in that room but biscuits can nearly make up for it, and if we all bring a packet of biscuits then we will all get to eat a packet of biscuits.
If you’ve any input for the AGM before the AGM (tonight at 7pm in Flamer House Room 126) then please email me: [email protected] and I will either read it out or discuss it with the committee before the AGM. Don’t be scared!
See you ALL tonight,
Mohawk Emails

AGM Reminder


Hopefully people have been reminding one another about the AGM tomorrow night from 7pm in Falmer House Room 126. It is above the Union shop in Falmer house.

That is:

Friday 27th April


Falmer House Room 126


OK. No excuses. Be there. I will attach a rough agenda to the forum post about it later on.

Tomorrow, 7pm, Falmer House Room 126.




A message from your delighted President

I’m not quite sure where to begin with this email, to be honest. Words cannot quite sum up how happy I was the instant the Open team won nationals this weekend just gone, and then not 10 minutes later for the Women to follow suit. The pandemonium was beyond what I knew possible – huge congratulations to all. Oh, and my father says: “Jolly good”.

As Taxi has said – we are the best university club in the country right now and nobody can deny that. Other universities have had “their time” or something like that but right now the time is ours. What we have to do is make sure that we keep the time being ours for the foreseeable future…

For now though, revel in the glory of this victory for the club. It is everybody’s win, not just those playing or spectating or looking at Twitter – every Mohawk out there is a part of this monumental achievement. So to all of you: enjoy the moment and celebrate.

I remember after our successes of last season Beezer wrote something about the importance of just how great we are and it is the same again this year. We heard from the sideline at one point during the finals “are Mohawks going to win everything again?” Yep. To win both the Open and Women’s division after the hassle of getting to Manchester is nothing short of miraculous and I cannot congratulate everybody enough.

Words are failing me right now, I cannot quite take in what we’ve achieved this year so for now I am going to sit back and smile, safe in the knowledge that we are the best, and long may it continue. I am humbled to be a member of this club and so proud of everybody. Thank you all, so much.

Once a Mohawk. Always a Mohawk.

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The Paga (driving) experience

These are my thoughts on my Paganello 2012 experience. I hope they are of interest, many apologies if you think they might be and then read them and get thoroughly bored.

When Callum first suggested driving to Paga I was apprehensive, not just the actual driving part but because it was Callum who was asking. I trust Callum with everything but he will be the first to admit that at times he is not the most organised and on occasion doesn’t come up trumps. My nervousness was, therefore, because I thought that he might not sort all the stuff that he said he would do in time. He did and I will eternally grateful for him being the backbone of one of the best trips of my life.

Cycling to Burla (in September 2010) is still, in my opinion, a better journey and sense of achievement than driving to Paga this time but I can now proudly say that I have braved Italian drivers in an automobile which I am dead chuffed about. The driving itself turned out to be fairly effortless – having James (Horsfield aka Jizzy) as a navigator and general entertainer made life for Callum and me far easier. We made one slight wrong turn in Italy – the signs for Piacenza simply vanished – but otherwise driving along the French motorways were enjoyable, followed by zipping along some Swiss made roads and finally across Italy to Rimini.

The single thing that made the trip extra tolerable was our Swiss stop-off with Callum’s Aunt and family. We were treated (on the way to Italy) to raclette (melted cheese over potato – wonderful) and then (on the way back) to the best tasting veal and accompaniments that I can ever remember. Callum’s uncle (Dan), a butcher, proudly told us that he had not only cooked the dinner but picked out the calf and slaughtered it himself! This might make some people uncomfortable but seeing how proud Dan was with this made the choice of seconds or not an absolute no-brainer: I needed more food.

Paganello itself was, as ever, the best tournament I will ever go to. I had fun with my team and other (roughly) Brighton based people, played some ultimate and am proud of my personal party efforts…

Thursday night is, if you don’t know, the free red wine night. I had a few and ended up, apparently, in pretty much the fetal position behind the stands trying to stop the world spinning around me. I was eventually taken back to our flat (luckily a 4 or 5 minute walk away) and put to bed. Friday morning was tough but what made it easier was hearing that Frank was nearly taken in an ambulance but was sorted out by Ashley turning up and, in Jesus style, telling Frank to get up and walk home – a task he achieved without fuss.

Friday came and went. For Mohawks it was a late start and only two games (against the weakest two in our pool) so not too tough on the legs. I, for one, was delighted by this as my body was not completely ready. The evening was quiet to say the least and just one pint after a couple of flat based beers was plenty for me.

Saturday was an altogether different kettle of fish – four games for me plus Shocker got to play twice in the arena! We won our first (which was important to play up, rather than down) and very nearly got to seven-all against SeXXXpensive (who ended runners up) which impressed us plenty. The party that evening was good fun although I am disappointed with how scared Ultimate players are with gentle moshing, and I am sure John Maule will agree with me. It wasn’t particularly hardcore moshing but people looked terrified and so an awkward circle formed around us.

The best thing, however, to come out of Saturday was a question as to me, Therapist, by Selina. I was sitting next to her in the stands watching Shocker where upon she turned to me and said:

“Do you have a nickname?”

I was stunned into silence. After a while she realised her most catastrophic of mistakes and said:

“Oh of course. I sometimes think ‘Rapo’ is your real name”

Thank you, Selina, for reducing me to tears.


I’m sure most of you are bored of reading this by now, so I will stop very soon, I promise.


Sunday brought wind to Rimini. Wind to the extent that games were postponed for two hours! Eventually we played and lost in a very passive match but then we had the game of our lives in an up-wind, down-wind, extravaganza. Our opponents won the toss and by all accounts thoughts that that was going to be enough to win the match but little did they know the might of Callum, Shimmy, Kneetu, Frank & Ash (who played the first (and majority of) up-wind point(s), if memory serves) and, although Mohawks were one-nil down it took our opponents about 12 attempts to score, and Mohawks got oh so close. This set the tone of the game up perfectly – we put our down-wind offense in on our second or (at most) third attempt and then did battle again. They scored again but after a long slog, we then comfortably tied it up at two a piece, Then we got our breakthrough. Absolutely fantastic offense, a time out called followed by an IO break from Frank to Ash – we’d got the break and with it, effectively won the match! (We scored another up-wind point at the end, too, winning the game 5-2).

Monday is as Monday does. We lost our final game and then, I for one, got nicely tipsy in the stands watching the finals. If you get the opportunity then watch the mixed final! An absolutely incredible match, I won’t give the score away for those not in the know but definitely worth getting to see if you possibly can!

So, as a summary… The biggest comparison from this year and last is the driving rather than flying, obviously. It was different, obviously, and I did miss the horrific train ride from Bologna but obviously took two days to arrive rather than the 6 hours or so for the flyers amongst us, but did eat like Swiss royalty (if they’ve any) on the layover.

I cannot thank my driving companions Callum and James enough for keeping me awake and entertained during what could have been a journey filled with awkward silences and misery. You guys were both fantastic all the way to and from Paganello, and I almost long for squeezing back into the Micra and just sitting there for the day.

I guess there is only one question that remains… Would I do it all again?


In a heartbeat.