The name of the Flying Horsecows came to be on the way to a tournament at Carleton College in Northfield, MN in the fall of ‘89. As the story goes, the team stopped at a Mobil gas station on the way back, somehow obtained the giant sign pictured at the top of this page, drew an udder and horns on, and the rest is history.

No one is sure exactly when ultimate began at Oberlin College, but there are records (Follow the link) dating back to the mid ’70s. It wasn’t until 1987, though, that the Horsecows were officially established. The following story, entitled “1987 Madison Regionals Trip from Hell” by Horsecow alum Dan House ‘90, recounts the tournament that eventually gave birth to the Oberlin Flying Horsecows.

We lost miserably at Sectionals, but on Thursday night (about 36 hours before the tournament was supposed to start in Madison) we got word that a team had canceled and we could go. Not because we were good enough, but rather because someone thought we might be crazy enough to try to pull it off. We had a college station wagon reserved already and with Mike’s old Subaru, we figured we could get 11 of us to Madison if we left Friday evening after classes and drove all night (by the way, finals week was the following week). This was before the days of my rusted-out Suburban which became the team car in later years. We got as far as Toledo and Mike’s Subaru died (permanently). So we took stock of the situation and did the only logical thing: reduced all gear to cleats, discs, and one change of clothes (and for some reason, Steve’s monstrous thesaurus, and Byron’s boombox) and loaded 11 of us into the station wagon designed to hold 6 and headed off into the night.

I was one of the lucky ones because for some reason I was designated as a driver. I also knew my way around Chicago, so I spent more time behind the wheel which was by far the most comfortable seat. In the middle of the night, we needed a pee break and all lined up on the road. Sorry, Lisa. In Chicago it was raining hard; we were skidding through puddles 6 inches deep. But the car was so overloaded that there was no way we could hydroplane. We pulled into Mike’s house in Madison at about 4 am. The first game was around 8 am.

The fields were a muddy disaster. We got crushed by UW, but actually, beat someone (I don’t remember who). In our third game, we played OSU (our favorite rivals). A great game, tied at 14 in a game to 17. We were running on nothing but caffeine because nobody had secured any pot yet. Thomas, the team captain pulled us aside and said something along the lines of “We made it to Regionals, this has been awesome. If we win this game we have to play Earlham.” Nothing more was said and we lost those last three points very quickly. (Not to put anyone down, but Earlham was probably our least favorite team to play).

Off to Mike’s parent’s house to clean up. Yes, all 11 of us showering 2 at a time to conserve their hot water. (Mike’s parents thinking the whole time: This is what we sent our son to college for?) Oops, but there were only 10 of us. We forgot Lisa at the fields because she went off to play with OSU’s women. Fortunately, we found her (remember, no cell phones back then).