Throw my favorite champ sidewinder- watch as it hits the metal poles over the drainage ditch, and watch it go down into the ditch- curse the disc golf gods for such bad luck- watch said disc get whisked away because it just rained- curse myself for not throwing higher than the poles directly in front me- get upset at the course designer for putting the tee right in front of this ditch. Get upset at myself again for stopping to play a sub 3 disc- rated course. Finish the hole tight- faced. Seriously consider throwing the rest of my discs over the fence into the jail yard. Go home, eat a bowl of ice cream, and finish sulking while dreaming of my lost disc on its way to whatever waterway it ends up at.
Either that or a star wraith on a hyzer line.