simpletwist
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It was a beautiful morning at Emery. Cool temps, light winds and my best friend to play a round with. First basket is 934ft par 5 down a winding ski slope. All but the last 150 ft is a tight, tree lined, winding slope. First shot (LHFH) I had a slight grip lock and my Groove went a bit high and too close to the right side of the fairway that takes it's first turn to the left. I got some decent distance before I hit some branches. Good kick left and I wound up just off the fairway to the left. Hmmm... Distance was good but my footing wasn't. Another LHFH flick, with of all things, my Flick. All I needed was some decent distance and a low shot and I'd be set up for a long blast to the bottom of the hill and open air. Good speed, but a little lower trajectory than I was looking for. No worries it hit some loose soil and leaves skips up carries well before it fades left. 
Looks like I'm set up for a possible birdie.
So as my best friend, Angie is getting ready with her 4th shot and it happens. THWACK! A disc hits the trees slightly behind us and hard. Then shortly thereafter another disc hits a tree near us. Once I looked back and saw where the 2 guys behind us were going I realized they didn't throw as close to us as it sounded. No anger at this point, it is understandable tough to see folks around some of the blind spots on this fairway. (Important operative word - FAIRWAY) Then it happens thes same to guys throw again. We were clearly in their sight. Again this disc falls harmlessly short. But do they even acknowledge our presence? Nope. So I'm staring up the hill back at them looking for some sort of apology, even a lame "sorry, dude." Or even do you mind if we play through. Nothing they were casually and purposefully walking towards their discs. It was obvious that they were throwing down at us as though we weren't even there.
Well that was it... cuckoo, cuckoo I'm old, and I've been rode too hard once too often. I'm not in the best physical shape particularly if your talking physical confrontation. But I let go with some choice and heated words. The adrenalin was pumping. Fortunately the 2 a-holes stopped in their tracks and didn't say a word. I was furious and ready and willing to go to fist city. I was that pissed.
It's one thing to throw down a blind fairway on someone. Ooops didn't see you there. But it's clearly another when the people being thrown at are in clear view ON THE FAIRWAY! And not only that but these freeking idiots are getting ready to keep throwing. Did there mothers have any kids that lived? These two bring creedence to the motto "Stupid people shouldn't breed." We always let faster players play thru and we've always had slower players let us play thru. And the worst of it all is that these two ignorant jerks did not even acknowledge our presence other than to stop once I shouted out menacing words. No apologies, not even words of anger tossed back my way.
Needless to say that hole went down, down hill from there. From a p[ossible birdie to a 10. Yep that's right a TEN!!!
We took a break. I had a cup off coffee and altered my consciousness a bit and let the retard twins play through.
The rest of the day went perfectly.
I just needed to vent, thanks for listening.
Looks like I'm set up for a possible birdie. So as my best friend, Angie is getting ready with her 4th shot and it happens. THWACK! A disc hits the trees slightly behind us and hard.
Then shortly thereafter another disc hits a tree near us. Once I looked back and saw where the 2 guys behind us were going I realized they didn't throw as close to us as it sounded. No anger at this point, it is understandable tough to see folks around some of the blind spots on this fairway. (Important operative word - FAIRWAY) Then it happens thes same to guys throw again. We were clearly in their sight. Again this disc falls harmlessly short. But do they even acknowledge our presence? Nope. So I'm staring up the hill back at them looking for some sort of apology, even a lame "sorry, dude." Or even do you mind if we play through. Nothing they were casually and purposefully walking towards their discs. It was obvious that they were throwing down at us as though we weren't even there.Well that was it... cuckoo, cuckoo I'm old, and I've been rode too hard once too often. I'm not in the best physical shape particularly if your talking physical confrontation. But I let go with some choice and heated words. The adrenalin was pumping. Fortunately the 2 a-holes stopped in their tracks and didn't say a word. I was furious and ready and willing to go to fist city. I was that pissed.
It's one thing to throw down a blind fairway on someone. Ooops didn't see you there. But it's clearly another when the people being thrown at are in clear view ON THE FAIRWAY! And not only that but these freeking idiots are getting ready to keep throwing. Did there mothers have any kids that lived? These two bring creedence to the motto "Stupid people shouldn't breed." We always let faster players play thru and we've always had slower players let us play thru. And the worst of it all is that these two ignorant jerks did not even acknowledge our presence other than to stop once I shouted out menacing words. No apologies, not even words of anger tossed back my way.
Needless to say that hole went down, down hill from there. From a p[ossible birdie to a 10. Yep that's right a TEN!!!
We took a break. I had a cup off coffee and altered my consciousness a bit and let the retard twins play through.
The rest of the day went perfectly.
I just needed to vent, thanks for listening.
