I think my lifetime above 900 rating is in serious jeopardy after yesterday. The story: my son made a good friend at junior worlds a few weeks ago who coincidentally only lives an hour away. They invited us to their Sunday night league, which I understood incorrectly that we were being allowed to tag along and just play casually while they played for their sanctioned points. The TD was super nice (somebody ever-present here as well, nice to finally meet him in person!). As we're walking to our tee, I'm asked what my PDGA number is for live scoring.
"WE'RE sanctioned in this too?"
I had a short moment to decide whether or not to proceed. I certainly didn't want to make any sort of scene, plus the extra rated round would more than likely be a good thing for my son, who had played a little below his rating at worlds and an Eagles Wings round the day before as well.
My plan up to this point for the rest of 2022 was to not play another sanctioned round for the year so I could say that I remained 900 or above for my entire career until turning 50 next year, then I told myself I no longer cared. It's evident that my body and play (especially from the tee) has been spiraling down the drain the last few months.
I took a deep breath (did I mention I was playing this course for the first time, blind?), decided the best course of action was to say, "**** it!" and go ahead and play. I felt gracious to our hosts for inviting us and letting us play too, so it felt like the right thing to do. Gulp.
I hit a 28 or 30-footer on the first hole we played for a nice deuce. Felt great...Hey, maybe I'll actually shoot above my 913 rating today and this will be a good thing!
As play went along, I was at even par for like half the course, and I remember a 54 being 904 rated here when I took a peek before departing. My son and his friend were crushing as 12 and 13-year-olds, by the way.
Then we got to our 9th and 10th holes, which were #18 and #1 on the course.
I don't have 300 feet of distance anymore unless it's my best two or three pulls of the whole week. Hole #18 was over 550' with a low ceiling and O.B. concerns. A pretty hole with big trees and some undulating topography. I took a five after contacting a tree on one of my shots. No big deal.
The next hole, however, disaster struck. It's another long one with a bunch of mature trees on the left and a wide-open O.B. parking lot on the right. I chose a Disc that would get me SOME distance after skipping off the pavement and into position for an easy up and down. The release was clean and one of my best, however, it was too wide and it would take every inch of the skip to come back in bounds. I got real nervous watching it. On its second bounce, it contacted something (I think a crack) and stopped two feet shy of coming back in bounds. I went O.B. maybe 100' down the fairway, so I marked my spot and sized up my next shot, going for 3.
I picked out my Felon knowing for damned sure it would come back and not go O.B. again, but this shot was terrible, an early weak release that smacked a catalpa tree, fell to the ground, and rolled back into the parking lot again. Disaster.
I marked again, threw the Felon with a little pissed-off energy, and nearly drained it, but it's too late by this point. I carded a six. I'd deuce a few of the upcoming easy woods holes but it wasn't enough, and I wound up shooting somewhere around the third worst sanctioned round of my life. My previous one, by the way, was far and away my worst round.
I will own this all myself, and I continue to believe I did the right thing agreeing to go ahead and play. My son did great, beating me by 3 and taking like 11th place out of the 40 or so there and getting his near 900-rated round. The hole I sixed, he nearly deucded, by the way, crushing a Destroyer past 400' and gaining a good skip. He had a chain-out near ace on a practice throw before the round on a 240' gap hole and got his usual oohs and ahhs from adults who haven't seen him throw.
Sometimes you win when you gamble. I didn't this time. And it's a little bit of a relief no longer having to worry about this 900 rating thing anymore. But...I've been 900 or better since 1998. I'm human and can't help being a little sad about witnessing my own physical abilities decline like this in real time right in front of my face. I never quite made it beyond Am-1 mediocrity in my heyday and I regret that too. Father time caught up with me. MA-50, here I come next year!