So I've been pretty much failing as a blogger since the start of February. Only a few as the semester has picked up. Right now I'm pretty much just trying to live life and maintain my responsibilities. I do consider, unlike many people, disc golf a responsibility that I need to maintain time for. I actually did take a short week and a half vacation from the game but got right back on top of things a week before the Vienna Park Ice Bowl.
So thats where I'll start... I was playing trophy only as is my custom for these winter events as I transition myself to playing Open Division golf. I'm still not an Open Division player but I apparently can cash on days when the entire field falters like mad. I played something like 958 rated golf for the tournament, which is pretty much trash, and came away with what would have been the last cash spot. I was beaten by some good players: Al Schack, Mike Henry, Keith Wert, and Ben Singer who also finished in the cash for the first time sanctioned, I believe.
Keith Wert was sick. We went into the second round in a tie for fourth place and he shot lights out disc golf for a six under par on Vienna's Longs with no extra holes. Fourth hole he threw a thumber into the first tree branch but had a sick out to 50 feet and banged the jumper. Then went on a run that put him at four under going into the 320 foot right hooking 15th. He launched a drive that would have cleared the OB fence deep, caught the tree right behind the basket about 15 feet up and fluttered straight down into the chains for a sick deflection ace.
That wound up the difference in the round, he beat Al Schack by one stroke. Definitely some awesome golf to watch.
I had what, I guess, can be called a slight setback in my attempt to curtail my temper on the course. A few people are making a major deal out of it but whatever. Basically I chained out from about 25 and dropped flat. Landed on a spot smoothed over by some snowboarders and slid 40 feet downhill. I responded by looking straight at the ground and shouting FUCK THE SNOWBOARDERS. Culmination of things boiling over, I guess. We caught the snowboarders that cleared that stuff the day before shaking the basket trying to get it out of their way, they swiped a picnic table from our pavilion and chipped and splintered it up by doing jumps off of it. And when we asked them to stop they told us to fuck off. And then I lose a stroke because of them? Ugh.
Overall it was out of my head by the next shot though, so some improvement there. I just turned to Wert after my exclamation and grinned "I guess that's hole 12 evening out on me, eh?" (I had just banged a 60 foot forehand putt the hole before to save par)
I wound up with a pair of rounds at 56, rated out 960+ and 940+. My putting was holding me back.
So a few shorter notes...
1. Concerning said putting, I'm in a good mood right now. I think I figured things out yesterday, I was trying too hard to place the disc instead of just stroking it into the chains. When I just snap off a confidence putt and avoid trying to deal with touch too much vertically, helps a lot.
2. Had my first "Called Ace" at Ottawa Park on Wednesday. On the last hole I'm 2 strokes back of Osh. He putts his drive to 35 feet. I just wanted to throw my disc as hard as I could, looked at him and said "Watch THIS." And hucked the biggest sky hyzer I could whole still getting the 330 feet I needed. Put it right into the chains. Osh, of course, banged his long putt to win, but it was worth it.
3. I've decided on April 12 as the date of the first TADGA Monthly. Cheap entries: 25 for Open, 20 Am1, 15 Am2, 10 Am3 and screw the novice division. There's nothing going on locally so it'll be a fun time. I'll post more about the monthlies as it gets closer.
And I'm out.