So I roll up to League a couple of minutes late (NOT my fault), the first time I have EVER been late, and I am informed that I am going to receive a one stroke penalty to my score.
This immediately pisses me off because a) I've never been late before, b) I've waited for other people countless times and never stroked them for being late, and mostly c) this is my home course where I have labored hours and hours for the benefit of the course, and run leagues and thrown tournaments, and now you're gonna stroke me??? Really???
So I drop an F bomb to the crowd and walk off in a tizzy with my middle finger in the air prepared to leave. I get back to my truck and start searching for my keys, when Chris Carr and Jed Lack appear to calm me down and convince me to play. So I relent but I'm still stewing a bit and we reflip for teams. I flip the best guy there, Jeremy Quinby, which gives me some satisfaction since the original idea behind stroking me was so I wouldn't have my buddy Thom as a partner because they thought that was too strong of a team. Ha!
Anyway, Quinby is tired of waiting, so he goes to the tee of #1 and throws. Then it is my turn. Everyone is watching and I'm still getting crap for being late, and I bust one up the middle, through the two big trees, over the little tree, a little air bounce and a hyzer fade and *BAM* I hear chains. Everyone cheers and/or groans, and I am still pissed, so I don't even crack a smile, instead I walk by everyone and give them the evil eye! Jed calls me out for scowling, and this strikes me as funny and I begin to lighten up.
It wasn't until I reached the next tee that I remember the Ace Pot! $64. Sweet. I immediately proclaim Disc Karma and get on with the round. Q and I are on fire and crush the field with a -12. More redemption.
I love this game!!