From Paul Hacking
james and me played exactly the same..running your marker into the
ground, throwing all the big throws, laying out big, just playing dont give
a fuck style its so much fun, tho we both got in trouble for it , me
more than him cos my throws are more ropey.. he was actually the kid who
taught me to throw a forehand .. he was like 'just zing it yeah?' - huge
beautiful wind up then silky smooth release he was a genius.. I just wasn't
close. my best memory of james is nationals 99, in leicester, saturday
night we all went back to alexa's and played this drinking game of
francis, we had tequila and eggcups instead of shot glasses, james was
like 'uh how much do I put in?' and I said 'yeah just fill it up' -
we were
all crowded round this big oak table drinking and laughing til about 3 in
the morning. then the next day we had to get up early and drive back to
leicester.. I had to shake james for about half an hour before he moved a
muscle.. we had some great games that day, specially cos the ground was wet
so we were laying out all over the place. well just wanted to say that
james you were the life and soul mate , and we are going to keep your
memory alive by playing devilmaycare rudeboy ultimate till the end.
love and peace to james and his family - paul