Sport Today

I just want to see what the opinions are of the general kiting population
about a team that has been together for about two years and is now competing
in Master's class that came within 2 points of getting beat by a team that
only spent about 20 minutes flying together.  The team that lost was made up
of 2 experienced and 1 intermediate class pilots.  Neither team crashed
during the performances.

Sam

Seriously though, team flying is tough. In order for a team to do
well, all members of the team need to be focused and flying well. With
all the things that happen to people, it is often hard to do this.

Also, team flying is a whole different game than individual flying.
Several Masters teams have intermediate and experienced class flyers
on them. Chicago Fire won quite a few events with an intermediate
class flyer on the team.

So, did the masters team have a bad day? Did the throw together team
have a particularly good day? Have similar things happened in the past
to the masters team? Maybe the judges just liked a certain style which
the throw together team flew.

There have been a lot of days where I wished that Storm Front could go
back to being an Experienced class team. There have been other days
where I felt that we were unbeatable (unfortuantely these days never
corresponded to competition days ;-).
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I think the team flew its normal routine.  The most difficult thing that they
did was a cross triangle burst.  

The throw together team just flew well together.  Too bad we don't live closer
together. ( One lives in Rockford, IL , Alpena, MI , and I live in Ann Arbor,
MI.  

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Mark de Roussier
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