Well, it’s officially over, and I have come to the conclusion that Marshall Street is perhaps not my place to play good disc golf. As in at all. It was ugly. If I take luck into account, it was the worst tournament I’ve played since becoming pro, and possibly the worst tournament I’ve played in the past two years. The reason I specify luck is because I didn’t particularly play so horribly, but I played poor (to be sure) and also couldn’t get a good kick until halfway through my last round, where I got a few here and there.

Things I walked away with:

- Marshall Street is a great time, and had the weather not sucked the proverbial monkey (mid 50′s and raining), it would have been ever better.

- Jason and Steve (and Lick and Kelly for that matter) are absolutely nuts.

- Even when you putt great (this was, bar none, the best putting I’ve ever had for four consecutive rounds) you can still throw like crap.

- I may have been the only one to throw 3′s on hole 1 and hole 11 at Maple Hill Airplanes (they’re very tricky and long holes).

- All the money I made from that 3 on hole 11 (Luke Butch put up $20 if anyone could do it) went to paying all the bets I had made with people. I paid $11 to Cromwell, $4 to Shanest, $10 to Jeff Cahill, and $2 to Flick. It was a slaughter of my wallet. Fortunately, because of poker and caddying, I still came out ahead, but with a bruised ego.

- If I make a qualifier tournament, I will be back next year.