Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I found a course just up the road from where I work and we set to playing all 12 holes provided by the park. From the beginning I knew this was going to be a decent park. Aside from the usual false start (we played hole 10 first), the course was well laid out. The end of each hole was followed by a sign pointing to the next one which had distance and approximate direction of the hole. The paths were well designated and bridges were in place to aid during the wetter season. The course weaves around a creek which poses some water hazard, but not much especially in the middle of summer. The entire course lay within the woods which was enjoyable as opposed to an open course which would quickly take the fun out of playing in 90 degree weather. Though the course was wooded, the trees proved navigable (though did present some challenge).
The holes offered a decent variety of dog-leg rights and lefts as well as some straight shots. One hole was 675 feet, but most were simple par threes. I spent the majority of m time with my mid-range discs but enjoyed the many skill shots needed to hit par.
Overall, the course was very enjoyable for it's easy to understand layout (as opposed to many courses such as white bear), decent walking paths, and tricky shots. However, the course may become boring with multiple plays due to it's lack of long shots and fairly manageable hazards. If you are in the cities I suggest giving the course a try, but it will harly become the stand-by course that acorn is for me.
Friday, July 27, 2007
I lost an eagle to the infamous woodpile during our endeavors, but a high school dude found it the next day and gae me a call...there are still saints out there. It is amazing to me how many things are a reflection of our spirituality, so let me take a moment to over-spiritualize the sport here. I found one of Diggs' discs last week, shortly before he made his trek out to the east side. The extreme east side. Of our country. I want to confess that my darkness is so profound, still so easily at-hand, that I actually considered keeping it. A friend's disc. It would have been easy to do so...I could have just waited until he left and then told him I found it, or never told him at all for that matter. I even started rationalizing it and telling myself that it was an acceptable act (Screwtape chirping in my ear). It is incredible how easily tempted I was to do such a petty, but such an obviously wrong thing. It is apparent that I have a long ways to go. Diggs and I never ended up connecting before he left, and I will hold on to it and not play with it if it is your desire Diggs. Sorry we couldn't connect, but even more so: I am sorry I even considered doing so evil a deed to a friend. I am stunned at my own capacity for wrong. I, plainly, still am in need of a good deal of saving.
I heard somewhere that confession brings healing...
Keep your respective sticks on your very-proverbial ices my friends.
Song of the Week: Sorry to inundate the over-inundated, but I am going to have to go with O Most High (sung by the community of mars hill...check it out on their website http://www.musicatmars.com/ click on the play forward button and then fast forward to the song...it is tight)
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
(you're welcome Doug)
Sunday, June 10, 2007
We all know I have struggled to turn over my discs as of late. I've recovered much from this, but we're still not yet back to par on the issue. Well, the winds this day allowed me to completely burn my Star T-Rex when I released it even a bit hyzer. Quite a feat considering I have a hard time even turning over my T-Rex when in good form.
So while I don't necessarily recommend playing rounds in hurricane force winds, get out and throw. Its an interesting experience.
Rip the nips
Song of the Week: "The Unguarded Moment" by The Church
Friday, June 01, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
It was a cool and damp morning last Friday, May 25, 2007. The Players in my party included: long time mentors and disc golfers Douglas Walters and Wes Myers. We chose to go to Acorn Park to play our final round together as a collegient threesome. The round could be characterized as a typical round. Lots of crappy shots mixed in a with a few good ones. I started out my round in the plusses going the first three holes with bogeys. As for my counterparts they played their typical supurb preformances. Each having amazing shots on two and three.
After the first three holes all of us began to settle down and play our style of game. Despite what doug says, he played well. Everything was as usual until we reach hole 10. I pull out my roadrunner and get ready to throw. The pole-hole is playing in the back position. I throw my drive and watch it sail up the hill until I cannot see it any more and then all of a sudden we hear the sound of the chains clanking together. I turn around and look at doug and wes. I say "No freeken way! That didn't just happen!" We pick up our bags and run up the hill looking, hoping to see what we all think did happen. YES!! It did happen, I had thrown a hole in one. It weaved arouond trees and landed in the basket! I still couldn't beleive it.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
There comes a time in every mans life when it's appropriate to reflect on the events that have taken place over the last few months. This is one of those times. The semester I had the privilege of being enrolled in a beginners disc golf class here at Bethel University. I went into the class with no expectations of getting worse at the game that I very much enjoy. I went into the class with only the intentions of becoming a smarter player and tweaking the few mechanics that needed tweaking. Now that the class is officially finished pending the final grades to be posted soon. I want to take a moment to reflect on my disc golf experiences this semester.
The disc golf class first met on a very blistery day in the wretched athletic facility called the SRC. It was here that I first met my Professor of Disc Golf, Jim Bielby. Let's be real, this guy is good at what he does theologically, and disc golficlly. I was very intimidated because I didn't know who was going to be good and where I ranked as far as they were. The first class period was mostly lecture on basic rules of disc golf and how to even throw the discs. Hey, it's a basic beginners class. Though, I was no beginner, as I have been playing since the beginnings of my high school career. (Thanks Diggs) It was good to review the proper ways to throw the disc. I will say that I did learn some new terminology that I try to use when ever possible. The class ended with Bielby watching us throw just to gauge how much he was going to have to work to correct our technique. Bielby came past me and said, "Wow, you have a nice throw. Probably won't have to make too many adjustments right off the bat. I think we'll wait till we get out on the course to fix anything." I was so happy when I heard that. I thought he was going to rip me apart. After that Bielby and I were tight.
The disc golf classes consisted mostly of playing actual rounds of disc golf out at our very own dg course on campus (which I feel that I have a pretty good handle on). It was good to be just playing consistently and learning from mistakes.
Another highlight of the semester was playing in the first ever Bethel University Disc Golf Championship. It was a privilege to play along side a colleague of mine, many of you know him. The ever consistent Douglas Walters. We both played very excellent as he has already alluded to in a prior post. I'm going to speak for my part on the tourny. My goal in the tourny was to just play my game. Hopefully, that would end up being pretty consistent and like usual it was. My game was just to play each hole one shot at a time and play for pars. My philosophy is that the birdies will come so just play for the par. My two rounds were pretty solid if I do say so myself. I made probably only a half a handful of mistakes and they cost me 5 bogeys. Those five bogeys along with the two birdies allowed me to claim a share of the fourth place winnings. (2 Innova Disc Golf Discs, Archangel 165g, and a Shark 161g) Like Diggs mentioned, I did not expect to even be close to winning the pot. I just wanted to place. I was amazed at some of the scores that turned up compared to ours. Mad Props to Diggs for edging me out. Honestly, I didn't know the scoring for our round till we tallied it at the end. Great Job Bro!! As far as the CTP goes I can't say anything to it b/c I dont' think I could have done it again. I just threw a solid hyzer up into the trees and it happened to not hit any of them landing closest to the pin. Overall, not a bad showing for my first tourney, I think I would like to play in a few more after that experience.
As the class went on I feel that I have definitely improved in many aspects of my game. By far my mental game has improved the greatest. I am more confident in the shots that I make and my disc choice for shots has also improved. Since the class has ended, I am coming off my pedestal of amazingness and am realizing that disc golf is much like our Christian lives and there comes many ups and downs in our lives. The game of disc golf is not a constant mountain top experience, but it's in the low, dark valleys that many experiences shed their skin. I am very greatfull for the experence and knowledge that I have gained from the course.
I also must give a very loud shout out to my good friend Urbwes for his phenomenal improvements that he has made by being apart of the class as well. Wes, there wasn't a day on the course that you didn't impress me. You have improved greatly over the last semester. Keep it up.
Until my next post.
Keep your hyzer lines steady and don't let the wind take them
Mid Range King
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
melodramatic as always,
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
I began the round with a great drive off of one, one of my best, yet I had to come back quite a ways on my second shot, still managing to strike the pin and settle for a very respectable three for the hole. Hole two was good as well, and Sean and I both managed threes for the first two, which is a GREAT start for both of us. Not too much for likes of the disc golf company that frequent this blog, but good for us. Sean mans up on three, getting another three, his best start ever, and I have to settle for a four, which is not unusual for me on three. Things are going well...
...and then there's hole four. Beautiful, dangerous, short, epic four. This is the highlight of my story, and maybe my disc golf career. I bust out my DX Eagle (Douglas may be thinking "Wait, he bought a PRO eagle after losing his first-ever DX eagle last summer." Sorry doug, Eight claimed my beloved PRO BRIGHT YELLOW Eagle and this is my THIRD eagle that I have bought...I decided to go back to DX since you never know when the disc-gods will reclaim another one of their own.), use my backhand throw, aim for he big tree equal in distance with the pin, take into account the affects of the wind, as well as the spectacular left-hand turns the eagle is capable of, and let her fly at about half-strength. There she goes...beautiful shot...heading right for the big tree as planned...she starts to turn beautifully. Wait a minute...she has the distance, clears the top of the hill...I strain to see...she strikes the ground, bouncing into the basket!!!!!!!! My arms are up, I rejoice...screaming out my victory. Sean doubted what I saw, and went running towards the pin. Looking around the pin, he doesn't see the disc and hollers back that I did not make it and he doesn't see the disc. He didn't look into the basket!!!! I am running to the pin, when he cries out, "Oh my gosh!!!!! A HOLE IN ONE!!!!!! You did it!!!" And the peasants rejoice my friends, the peasants rejoice.
Riding high on cloud nine, I bust out a beautiful drive and end up with a 2, MY FIRST EVER, on hole five. After a couple crappy throws, I get a four on six. I fore-handed my drive on seven, clearing the corner (which I hardly ever do) and we spent 15 minutes looking into the woodpile only to find out it landed 10 yards from the pin, my best drive ever. I biffed the put, got a three, got another my standard four on eight (SERTOMA COURSE UPDATE: They are installing stairs on the hill from 7 to 8, which is a nice addition!), and after an EASY shot at three on nine, I end up with a four on that hole due largely to the blasted wind. So I got a 28 for the round (which should have really been even a couple shots less due to my horrific putting down the stretch), a PERSONAL BEST, as well as my first (and maybe last, who knows)HOLE-IN-ONE (with a witness to testify!), and a couple of other great throws along the way.
Fellas, I have to say, this is quite a day. I need to thank Diggs for getting me started and helping me with my game, as well as the rest of you guys for little pointers and help through your posts. Today is a day I relish the sport...
Hey guys, on a literary note, read Orthodoxy by Chesterton if you haven't already...it is incredible...He reminds me of Lewis...He is brilliant.
Guide for the Helpless, War of Ages
Crazy, Ray Lamontagne
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Please understand, I do not dislike the midwest. One of my greatest regrets is that I will not have much opportunity to watch the Hawkeyes or Vikings football games. Nate (my future roommate) will also be missing his Bears. But life is not without sacrifice. And if I must endure ACC football, I will gladly walk through that valley of tribulation. It will be my cross to bear.
Speaking of crosses I bear, I am currently lamenting my disc game. Horrible... just horrible. I am actually glad to have a break from it this weekend. I'll be in the Wisconsin Dells for my friend's bachelor party. There's a chance that it could make the Christmas break party (which I'm assuming some of you may still remember) look like tea with the parents. Pray for me.
Flip the track
Bring the old school back
Song of the Week: In honor of Wes's double bass recital... "Hash Pipe" by Weezer (a.k.a. "Baby Elephant Walk" by Henry Mancini).
Thursday, April 12, 2007
My does this make me frustrated? Yes it doesn't help my "team", but the real reason is I'm not seen in the real light of my abilities. I get lumped in with the newbies instead of seen as a veteran player. Yes, my skills are lacking, but have been playing since high school. Its frustrating being overlooked becuase I'm not good but not bead enough to warrant help.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
This was not completely unfounded. I had never found another disc I could really get into. I disliked the feel of the DISCrafts and the Lightning was so beat to a bloody pulp that one could hardly call its flight path reminiscent of anything disc-like. It was more like a blob of matter awkwardly morphing through the air. So, forsaking all others, I adhered myself in holy matrimony to the only one who could satisfy my visceral desires.
More recently, however, I have had a change of heart. Disc golf, as in life, has witnessed the passions of youth give way to the wisdom of experience. My aforementioned hesitation to anything without that Innova stamp of approval is now faded into obscurity. To be sure, such passions cannot be "unlearned" and will undoubtably resurface when my guard is down, but I am much more ecumenical. My favorite disc will undoubtably forever be an Innova, but I'll consider others. So, the news of the King's new addition of the Buzz-d is not a source of anxiety, but it is also not a source of elation. I am simply neutral. If the Discraft improves his game, I am happy for him.
Hopefully this adultery does not result in chagrin for those who have heard my "sermons" lauding the graces of Innova. I promise this is not unfaithfulness.
For the record, the next disc on the purchasing list is a Discraft Predator.
Keep your feet on the ground
and keep reaching for the stars
Song of the Week: "Hang Me Up to Dry" by the Cold War Kids
Thursday, March 29, 2007
stretch the arm first
Monday, March 26, 2007
This has given us the chance to have the first decent rounds of the season. While in Sioux City, MRKing and I pounded out a round at Sertoma in about the craziest wind we've had there. We didn't mind the wind (too much); we were just happy to get out and throw again. A couple days later, Harcum and I got the chance to head to North's football field and do a little driving to get the arm back up to speed. And finally, yesterday, URBWes and I took a trip to Acorn. A bit windy, some relocated pin placements (watch out for hole 9!) and some really crap-tastic throwing, but it was just nice to get out and log 18.
Its good to be back, ya'll. We need a lot of work before the Acorn Open, but all this in time.
The mountain called Monkey has spoken
Song of the Week: "Snow is Gone" by Josh Ritter
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
- Oldsmobile (its hard to determine with any certainty what exactly the was, but we DO know it was an Oldsmobile) -- affectionately known as Poor White Trash because, well, homeless people have nicer automobiles. I cannot even begin to describe the thing, but I will say that the transmission went out on her within 2 weeks of being given away (that's right, a car given away).
- the Bonneville (a.k.a. Bonny) was named for obvious reasons. And I also like to be as anthropomorphic as possible when naming my vehicles.
- the '86? Mustang doesn't count because I drove it for a week at a time when I couldn't drive manuals (giving morning rush hour a new and exciting flavor). However, the provisional name of "Tang" was given by a Mr. Beau Durham... but the name sucked and was just as temporary as the car was for me.
- '91 Buick Century -- it was grey (sometimes) and was as mechanically sound as the transistor radio I made in 3rd grade. Its name was "Leprosy" because things were always falling off of it (e.g. mufflers) and it spent more time out of commission than operational.
- '99 Grand Am -- the victim of a Venison Gang drive by, this car was not around long enough to officially be christened during its lifetime, however, post-mortem, we know it only as the "Jeff Buckley Memorial" car because just like the talented singer-songwriter, it died way before its time. We shall miss you.
And now, we shall reveal the name of the most recent addition to my automotive family...
I present to you... "Paula"
If you see her, say "hi". But if you call to her, call her by name.
"How fine ya're ta me!"
Song of the Week: "Rocks" by Ben Jelen
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Granted, I was not in Canada the entire trip, but I might as well have been. Someone not cartographically inclined would not know the difference. We (by "we" I mean Will, my former roommate and some other fellows) headed northward in search of ice. Not the cubed version perfect for soft drinks, but the kind that tends to form on rock faces. Indeed, we sought ice to ascend upon. This was not my first foray into such things (cf. my facebook picture); I had climbed frozen water last year. Yet that experience paled in comparison to the ice we were after.
Our group had connections at a local bed and breakfast who allowed us to stay free of charge. Amazing! Anyways, unless one has previously prepared for winter hikes or ice climbing, one would have difficulty understanding the planning process that goes into it. Its a bit more intricate than you might expect. Alot of safety and cold weather considerations involved. This was simplified by the fact that every other member of the party worked at climbing retailers and had their own equipment for these excursions. I did not have these things, but fortunately their employers have very liberal borrowing policies for employees (perhaps you will have noted that I was the novice of the group). They furnished me with my own pack, appropriate clothing, a helmet, a harness, climbing boots, cramp ons (the spikey things on the feet of ice climbers) and a pair of ice axes.
But apparently I am simply not meant for the cold because every minute of it, well, I was bloody cold! Yet, because my companions had bought that which worked specifically for them, they were not cold. Oh well, I lived through it.
I'm not a very experienced climber (though I have mounted my fair share of trees in my day) and ice is a hard medium to start with. But from what I was told, my form looked fairly solid. I guess that's comforting. Oh, except for the time my foot grips failed and I fell 7ft, bashing my knee into the wall of ice. Perhaps my form has room for improvement.
I'd like to describe the weekend in a way that does it justice, but such things are beyond the grasp of my prose. I cannot describe how the ascent feels or the incredible view from above the trees or the feeling of being only an inch from death (literally at times as not all our ascents involved ropes).
And I definately cannot describe how bleeding cold it is!
Hopefully, I can get some of the pictures that were taken and post them. Until then, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.
"We go riding on the abolition grain train"
Song of the Week: "Winter in the Hamptons" by Josh Rouse
Friday, January 12, 2007
I'm in a freshman level business class with no tests or papers
I've only had to do one day of homework
I scored a 3 out of 10 on a quiz and 5 out of 10 on another and I'm still above 100%
I've picked up extra hours at work
Last weekend I spent in Des Moines chillin' at Ben and Bry's (woot!)
This weekend I'll be ice climbing in Canada pretty much for free (woot woot!)
I'm doing well for myself. Oh, and since I'll be in Canada, my cell will be outside of range and since I don't have voicemail set up, don't bother calling. I'll be back on Monday. Later daters!
"...they went on to say that the Pearly Gate has some eloquent graffiti..."
Song of the Week: "Simple Life" by The Weepies