When unsafe becomes normal

I went to my ultimate Frisbee game last night as I would any ultimate-Frisbee-league-night.

There was more traffic to get there than usual since it was at a field further south than usual.

Other than that there shouldn’t have been any difference than usual.

But there was.

Safety.

Two drivers were getting into a dispute on the road right next to the fields.

I thought nothing of it but I did stop to “observe.” They were being loud and sounded angry. One said he had gun. I didn’t see a gun. I did see him pull out his phone to take a picture of the other driver’s license plate.

I thought nothing more of it.

Later my teammates told the rest of us that they did in fact see a gun. (They were also threatened in the community center parking lot with a bat by one of the two drivers having the quarrel).

Before our game even started, one (female) player from the other team left because she felt like she wasn’t in a safe situation.

We were there to play ultimate.

Shouldn’t you always feel safe playing the sport that you love in the city that you love?

After the game my teammates made sure they walked me to my car (even though I was parked within eye-sight of the fields). They didn’t want to take any chances. Plus, it was dark by the time our game was over. Normally I probably would have laughed at their comment to escort me to my car. In this case though, I thought, “well, better safe than sorry.” I have the best teammates.

It never crossed my mind before or during the game that I was in any danger.

But, now, thinking the scenario over, it wasn’t the usual atmosphere we experience when we play ultimate.

Had unsafe become normal?

I don’t know.

And, if we have to play at those fields again, I don’t know if I would go again.

Because, maybe this was just one isolated incident. But, maybe it was not.

Unsafe should never become normal.

 

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