I played a quick 9 holes at Holmes Park today. I threw no birdies, and bogey on #4, and a double bogey on #5. I woke up in the middle of the night and barfed my guts out. I'm not sure what brought that on (or up) but once it started it went on for a while. I didn't feel bad, but I woke up with a little catch in my throat. The next thing I knew, I was worshiping at the porcelain altar. I wretched so hard that I pulled a muscle in my back. I wondered if I would get in any kind of round today. I played from the tees and in the fairways pretty well for me, but my putting was awful. Outside of 15 feet I couldn't even hit the basket, much less put it in. I ended up at +3 for 9 holes. The double bogey had me with an easy par putt that missed and rolled away to hide behind a tree. There are a few birdie holes that I missed easy putts so that I didn't make up any strokes. Even though it was pretty gruesome for me it was still fun. A bad day of disc golf sure beats the best day at work.