DJ Sullmaster Flex, renowned for her bumpin’ beats, moonlights as an Ultimate player on the weekends. Fueled by her past as a go-go-dancing, Okie Dokan, corn-fed Jayhawk, Sulls has moves beyond your comprehension, so good luck keeping up. Wherever you tries to cut on the Athlete Formerly Known as the Deuce Deuce, she’ll be there—waiting.
The only place you can even dream to beat this year’s Deuce Nil is at the party, where—due to an underachieving liver and an overachieving esophageal reflex—she will be the first to boot. But make no mistake, you’ll most certainly remember SullPatch was there. You can thank her later for starting that mad dance party that left you even sorer than last week's track workout.
K Sizzle will work you to death, lay out “D” you on every under, sky you on every over. What K Murda holds back in flash and flair, she makes up for by grinding your shit. Chances are, you’ll say “Foul” and you’ll hear “Contest”—it’s not her, it’s you. There’s no crying in women’s Ultimate.
Don’t let Sully’s trusty red cap, braided pigtails, freckle-bespeckled exterior, or affinity for Frisbee skirts fool you, she’s legit. So when she outworks, outplays and outthinks you, don’t feel bad. She’s just an artist with the one-twos.
(Written ever so kindly by AJ Hofland)
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