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It’s been forever since a blog – something I hope to remedy in the near future. Let’s backtrack a bit, shall we?
July 29 – Mark and Rachel’s Wedding
What can be said about this event? Truly, not much, as it was almost two full months ago, and I vaguely remember being there at this point. Actually, it was a very nice indoor ceremony and a very delightful reception where I was able to see many old friends who I hadn’t seen in ages. Here is the photographic evidence.
The Brothers Ferraro looking Farve-serious
Rachel like normal: aglow and surrounded by old leering men
The Bells – par for the course for them
The Gilberts – ditto
The Spoons’ Obligatory Myspace Shot
Lisa and Stacey, from both sides
Bryan looking through the world’s biggest glass of water
Will, seducing flowers
August 18-19 – The MSDGC
Marshall Street is always home to a great tournament. I wasn’t planning on playing, what with my show going up, and my girlfriend in town, and not actually qualifying, and already having turned down the opportunity to play before. So when I showed up and managed to qualify during a hard-earned mini-tournament, I had to play.
And I sucked. Moving on…
September 2 – Jaclyn and Ken’s Wedding
I have known Jaclyn for over a dozen years now (yikes!) and I’ve probably spent more phone hours with her than anyone else (because she is basically my ears when something goes wrong and I need a chat). I was happy that they were tying the knot, because they are very good for each other and they understand each other.
The wedding was on a thoroughly perfect day for a wedding, and held in a very appropriate place.
The Large Place
It was a simple wedding with a string trio playing most of the time before and afterwards, and a dance floor at the reception for the eight young people. But I shouldn’t make fun, it did the trick. No fancy parlor tricks, just a great wedding. BIG kudos for writing the vows themselves, and including something about being tolerant of the Jets losing. Very touching.
I feel voyeuristic, taking all these shots of couples smoochin
The happy couple
September 9 – The Mighty Gaw
Man, I love playing this tournament, because the course is demanding, challenging, and, perhaps most importantly, very close to my house. I played two rounds of completely mediocre golf. Which is admittedly better than I started my year. Nothing fantastic. That is, except these pictures.
B.O.B. firing off on hole 15 (the pin is to the right of the half-pipe)
Adam Vanderslice (or rather, looking at that shot, I dubbed him SlanderVice)
Yeti Yeti Yeti!!!! (go check out his touring blog – oh, apparently he stopped that last year – okay, check out Schwebby’s touring blog instead)
September 15-16 – The Yetter
I played 72 holes of disc golf this weekend, totaling close to 40,000 feet of hole length. Yet I will forever remember this tournament for three holes. And for that I’m kinda pissed.
First off, I love this tournament, the course it’s on, and the people who run it. It’s one I always try to hit. I have only missed it once since I have started playing tournaments. So getting that out of the way, it was a great tournament and I loved it. (It helps that this tournament saw me throw my first 1000-rated round)
Oh, I also have no pictures from this tournament, so let me insert one of a cool bit of fungi I snapped at The Mighty Gaw.
Anyway, Rd 1 was the all-C layout (the one I shot exceptionally well two years ago). It came and went and I shot mediocre. Truthfully, my game FELT better than my score reflected. I shot an unimpressive 74. But I was making my putts, my drives were decent, and I lost some strokes to some unfortunate kicks, rolls, and unexpected wind gusts. It was right around my average in terms of ratings.
Rd 2 – see round 1. I’m not kidding. Almost identical. Slightly above average, but nothing fancy. Good putting still. The highlight was playing the field holes (which I detest and I think they shouldn’t be used in this tournament) very well.
Rd 3 – A new day. I start with a TERRIBLE shot, hitting a tree and kicking me down a huge gully with no chance for a 3. OR SO I THOUGHT! I had a huge up to put me within 50 of the pin (I couldn’t see it when I shot) and then made a 50′ hyzer putt around a huge tree for the save. Nice. I proceeded to throw 13 GREAT holes. I’m talking really good stuff – excellent putts, solid drives, and smart play. It is on pace to throw a 60 (which turned out to be a 1007-rated round). All I needed to do was par the last four holes. (Conservatively, they should have been 3, 3, 4, 2 in terms of what I should get without much problem). Instead, I completely lose all ability to throw for four holes, shanking things, missing easy up shots, and in general sucking. I go 6, 5, 5, 3. Yup, that’s a 67 instead of the 60 I was on pace for. It’s rated at a disappointing 953. What hurts more is I was only 5 strokes off the cashline before the round, and with a solid finish, I would have been IN the cash. No such luck.
What’s more, with only two holes left, I’m making a 6-foot putt to put a cap on my disappointing double bogey when my back totally gives out. I’m going to repeat: I was making a SIX FOOT PUTT and my back gives out! Sheesh.
I angrily eat lunch. Wait, there’s no pictures. Okay, here’s a thumbnail of a Liquor Store.
I try to just save face, and I play the field holes again. I start out throwing a 2 on a hole I had 5′d the day before. Good start. In fact, good round. Great round. I missed one or two putts, but solid. Then, with 5 holes left, I fall apart again. (I miss my drive by about 20 degrees and take a 5 on a hole that I should have 4′d at the worst). But I manage to save face and finish the round 3, 2, 2, 3. That puts me at a 58, only 4 off the hot round. It is unfortunately unrated (for now) and it didn’t bump me into the cash. Those three holes from the 3rd round kept me out. With 3s there, I would have been $130 richer. But what can you do?
Oh yeah, bitch about it online.
I posted this all here now because next week I will be up in VT for a killer tournament on a ski slope in the beginning of New England’s fall foliage explosion. I imagine I will need the space for those pictures.
Enjoy your marriages and your competitions.