What a weekend of disc.
I left the house around 1pm on Friday and headed south on I-5 at light speed to the Shootout at Hyzer Pines located in beautiful Sisters Oregon. The XM radio was playing great tunes and lightened my mood under gloomy skies. Upon exiting the highway in Salem I left a homeless man with a few pieces of string cheese the best I could do at the moment. Upon entering Highway 20 the holiday weekend shone upon in the color of RVs, boats, and numerous families slowing at every waterfall, rock, and chipmunk sighting. I eventually arrived in Sisters around 4:15p and got my self signed in for the tournament picking up a beautiful blue Starfire.
I mulled it over and decided to forgo doubles and played the front nine holes of the course. I shot fairly well and kept myself out of the trees. My putting was feeling confident and I even worked on my putting with my right hand. I found I can actually still putt with my right hand out to about 15ft before I could feel a dull ache in the shoulder telling me of impending dislocation. I felt confident and went back to the car and setup Camp DFL. I was fortunate that I was sent to the tournament with two thermarest pads to keep my back from twisting like wind chimes in a tornado. I sat up for a nice evening conversation and RedStripe (shh!). I woke in the morning too early and wandered as I do. I saw many familiar faces but of course could not find it in myself to speak to these people. As much as I love the disc golf community there are times when I feel so very awkward and really have no idea how to approach people. So after a bit of fumbling I headed out to the football field for some warm-up. I found my discs that would be at the front of my bag. In tournaments I typically have a problem that I get frustrated and grab random plastic thinking it will magically improve my game. This tournament I must say I am proud that I found the plastic that worked and stuck with it. Around 1:30p was the players meeting. It was short sweet and to the point. I started on hole 11 with a great group of guys. I spent most of my time as BOB. I pretty much expected it. Although I have been throwing with my left for a bit now I still have a lot of kinks to work out before I can even really see myself moving anywhere from the bottom of the cards. The long holes felt really long and my shots lost their ability to release where I was releasing them. I was losing my putting. The round snowballed and before I knew I was ready never speak of that round again. A few long putts is about all I can say went right the first day.
After the round I headed back to camp and proceeded to drink for a bit. I managed to get into a wonderfully fun argument on the phone which sent me out on the course in the twilight throwing very angry. It was therapeutic I believe to bang up some plastic and get it out of my system. The argument was later resolved and I slept very well after a dinner of spicy Thai noodle salad (Thank you Trader Joes). I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed and got myself ready for a new day.
Before we headed out for the second round we were warned of rain blowing into the area, this would prove to be an understatement. I headed back to the camp and grabbed my umbrella, raincoat, and cowboy hat. I headed off to hole 4 to begin my second round. The card consisted of myself and another player on the bottom of the Intermediate cards and two of the Grandmaster players. All wonderful people that I look forward to seeing on the course again. I played much better the second round. Many of my drives had a bit of extra oomph. My putts were a bit off but still I dropped 12 strokes off of my first round. I found a few great upshots a few nearly amazing birdie attempts that fortunately turned into pars. Overall I was happy with my second round but still see room for improvement. It did not help that by the ninth hole I had played a blister began forming on my index finger of my throwing hand. Every throw became an exercise in pain. Each time we crossed the stream I would soak it allowing for about 3 decent shots until the pain would come back. After the round I went back to my car and watched some of the pros play by. Around 3p I was ready to head home. I got home around 6p and had a glorious bowl of split pea soup and slept like a baby
Again, overall this was a great weekend. To those who read this please if you see me in your general direction throw something my way and say hello.