Addicted to footbag!

I found this old footage of myself while looking through random files on my computer. I’ve almost got myself back up to this level after taking some time off last year.

I’m the one who is currently running the day to day operations of Freedom Footbags. I’m so happy I can provide you all with your most prized possessions…

anyone remember when they first realized they were addicted to footbag? I do! 1998: I had bought an Octoe, an original of Flying Clipper that dates back to 1983 (not mine personally), and was learning toe stalls both sides and around the world. I practiced whenever I had the chance…practically anywhere! In front of my apartment, in the locker room at Kodak where I worked, at the park while my kids were playing, in parking lots before and after I shopped, in my bedroom, kitchen…etc.**

Then it happened! My footbag was gone, nowhere to be found! Not in my pants pocket where it could almost always be found, where could it be!? At this moment of panic is when I first realized I was addicted to this wonderful sport!

All’s well that ends well. I found my footbag on the table in my neighbor’s apartment, where I carelessly misplaced my footbag when he and I had played cards earlier in the day.

**I hit consecutive toe stalls for the first time at Kodak. I finally got three in a row, then seven, then my record was nine by the end of my 15 minute break! I hit my first around the world at the park next to the library in Fort Collins. I hit whirls, 10 on each side (with a hand catch in between each one), in the Best Buy parking lot. I hit clipper for the first time in my bedroom, my downstairs neighbors must have hated me!