The Ice Bowl

The Ice Bowl!

I recently went to my first disc golf tournament, and since I am currently stuck in Dissidia Duodecim (the 2^nd Final Fantasy Dissidia); I thought that I would write a blog about my first foray into formal competition in disc golf. Weirdly enough, the competition was sponsored by the Lutheran Campus Ministry, and since I was at one time a member of the Lutheran church, it seemed like a good omen. I have been playing disc golf recreationally for several years, so I am a not a complete noob, however I do have my moments when completely pull a New England Patriots and crap out in the end. Just before the tournament I had gone out to several of the local courses and just kind of played a few rounds. One of the courses is pretty sweet because a lot of the holes are in a forested area, and require some tricky throws. Anywho, I was feeling pretty ballsy so I registered for the intermediate category. This would turn out to be quite a stupid idea, but more on that later. And now, onto the course!

So, I have played this course before, but only the blue holes. This course is normally only 9 holes, all of the violet ones are temporary ones. The violet ones were bitches, for multiple reasons. Firstly, I’ve never played them before, I barely had a chance to walk through the temporary holes to get some kind of an idea about the layout. Secondarily, B2 and B6 were over 500 feet, which is a fucking long way when you have chicken arms like me. Lastly, some of the baskets on the temporary holes were complete shit. Like this.  The green one in the middle is a little bastard, it was bad enough that it was on the longest hole nestled in a group of trees, but the little bitch has one set of chains and my disc just flopped right out. I definitely did worse on the back nine then I did on the front nine.

I won’t get into the rules for tournament play too much, instead, here is a picture of them.

Now, as play started, it was really god damn cold. It did not get any warmer than 35 degrees the whole time. There was a brief interval where snow flurries were coming down really strong, which sucked. I was wearing three layers. This is me hanging out in the warm car before the tournament started. I really didn’t want to stay out there for very long. But as it turns out, the tournament lasted three hours, so I ended up staying out  in the freezing conditions for awhile.

I turned in my score card, so I don’t remember exactly what I got on every hole. Needless to say wind decided to fuck with a few of my throws and send them way the well in the wrong direction. A few of the trees decided to be assholes and reach out and grab my disc. I ended up only getting a few pars, got a bunch of bogeys and like 3 double-bogeys.  I ended up +16 with a 70 overall. With fifteen people participating in the intermediate category, I took 10^th place. Which I suppose I can be proud of, because of the freezing cold, the bastard wind, and some shitty baskets I guess I am lucky I got a 70. Coincidently, if I had entered into the recreational category I would have gotten fifth. .

And is the story of my first disc golf tournament. I did not place well, which is alright I suppose, I did end up with a tournament disc, and a spot marker. The twenty dollar entrance fee wasn’t bad, the money went to charity, so I suppose everything went alright. But lesson learned, next time, I am entering the recreational category.

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And here is a random picture of Alisha's dog that I found on the camera. Enjoy!

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Sweet, Sweet Liberation!

Well howdy dewdy ya’ll. I have neglected this blog lately and now I will attempt to remedy that by posting more. You might call that a News Year Resolution, but I am not going to do that because New Years resolutions are only damaging ego destroyers. And, let’s face it, I am far too lazy to regularly update the blog. But now I have a story, and stories are worth telling, so here it goes.

When I first moved out to Kansas, things were great, sort-of. We had been living here for about a month and then the people below moved in. These people were either a new couple or a couple that had never shared the same domicile. And, as we all know, what do newly cohabitating couples do a lot? Watch TV? Play board games? Sexy time? If you guessed the last one, then you are correct! However, if you answered either of the first two, you made an understandable but still inexcusable mistake. Now, on a side note, the apartments that we live in are not grandiose, and by not grandiose I mean that the walls are paper thin, every step taken in the apartment produces loud creaking noises, and they are super small.

   

When combined (the crappy, tiny apartment along with horny neighbors), disastrous consequences ensue. By disastrous consequences I mean a very angry and annoyed Alisha. The couple below us were frequent fornicators. It wouldn’t be so bad except for the fact that the girl was most vocal during copulation. It should be noted that I work graveyards, which means that I am not at home during the peak sexy time hours. I miss all the loud screaming that comes from downstairs. Leesh deals with all of the loud screaming, mainly while trying to sleep. This went on for several months.

Another annoying part about our neighbors is that they have two dogs. In a small, tiny, freakishly little apartment they have two dogs! One of the dogs was a puppy that the couple got in November. They named this new puppy Daisy. Yupp, they named their puppy after a flower. Ridiculous. For example, the puppy did some sort of bad thing that puppies do, and they proceeded to yell at the unlucky pup. They sounded like the neighbors were beating and yelling at an innocent flower. The monsters!

Now, in early to middle December, a tragedy occurred, the couple below us broke up! Happy Days! I am not normally one to revel in another person’s grief, but Hallelujah! No more loud sex noises, no more loud tv (oh yah, I forgot to mention that they would watch tv really loud), and no more Zack stepping in dog shit on his way in from the car (the stupid-asshole-mother-fuckers wouldn’t clean up after their  animals). We never found out why they split, mainly because in the entire time they lived below us we never said one word to them. The dude moved out and took all of his stuff. Well, for a brief and short time there was no noise. Then the screaming, loud, wailing, irrational crying started to happen. Lucky for me, I went to work, and let Alisha to deal with it. ;)

And that brings us to now. We just back from a nice and relaxing vacation and we find out that she left. Someone new is now moving in. Wha HA HA! Sweet victory! She obviously couldn't deal with being alone, whether financially or emotionally, and she is gone! Now all we have to hope for is that someone worse won’t move in!