Sunday, September 14, 2008

Playing against Hurrican Ike

Koons and I made a run at BB Owen at 11 AM on Saturday despite the threat of Ike. There were very strong gusts which psyched us out and caused a few errant throws, but on the whole we put purpose on our throws and had a good time of it. There were even a couple of ace runs out there. The wind forced a greater focus and encouraged more direct angles of approach which actually improved my play on a few holes. I knew my focus was off.

Anyway, we didn't keep score in any traditional fashion. We just played for a win on each hole, and made a good time of it. Score would have been pretty close though.

Plus, this is further evidence that DG can be achieved in nearly all weather situations. Already this season, we have taken on heat, humidity, rain, wind, and darkness. Today, we took on a tropical storm. Good times.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Throwing gutters and getting frustrated

Call it a slump.  Mid-season form is firmly in the rear view mirror.  I'm ripping some ugly throws out there.  It's not a total loss by any means; I've got a few pretty drives mixed in and a few meaningful mid-range attacks as well, but it's been a discouraging month for my game.  There have been many changes in the bag.  Most changes have been upgrades to be honest, but it affects the game nonetheless.  But, let's cut to the chase here: my confidence is shot, my focus is poor, and I'm logging fewer course hours.  Not a combination for winning.

Anyway, the latest round news is a win over Koons at Greenbelt last Saturday, and a loss to Koons today at BB Owen.  I don't remember the exact scores at Greenbelt, but think I threw 1 or 2 over.  Today, at BB Owen I threw a 5 to Koons's 2 (I think he had a 2, but the point is I lost).

Side note: some punk kids were drinking Bud Ice 32 ouncers and kicking the sign on 12.  You know, the "Birdie Alley" sign?  These kids didn't even have bags or discs or anything.  They were just out there drinking.  That's ghetto.  Koons and I should have confronted them, but didn't since we were clearly outnumbered and not looking for stab wounds.  What's the deal?  I've got no problem with disc golfers enjoying a frosty beverage or passing a J, but these punk losers don't even play.  I do have a problem with assholes with no intent to play loitering, drinking, and destroying park property.  I was heartily discouraged by the scene; brought on philosophical notions on the plight of modern society.  No wonder my focus is off.