So here it is. Thursday night, only one more day of work before a disc golf event. The alarm clock is set for 6. It doesn't matter how late I stay awake tonight, because I want to be sleepy early tomorrow. I probably won't do much at work, because my job pretty much consists of me avoiding the right people at the right time so that I can do the very least that is required of me. On the front lines morale is low. The day ahead seems like an uphill battle, a war much like Iraq, that can never be won. On the bright side, with every passing second a new hope comes. That is the beauty of disc golf. All day long you think about form. In the break room you practice putting with an empty pack of cigarettes or even a pop can. You think about the saga that lies before you. Not just the Tournament ahead, but the road trip, the people that you will meet, and the weather that could kill your game. If my game is on during my rounds, my favorite part of the whole trip is the seemingly never ending "round talk" on the 2 or more hour drive back. I just want everyone to remember that it is five 'o' clock somewhere, and to keep on playing, even in the snow.