When you crank out as much funk as I do it's often difficult to tell the tremendously foul from the run of the mill crud.  Mere moments ago, I succeeded in writing something so abysmal that I was forced to delete it and start over again.  Just thought I'd let you know.

Earlewood in the fall.  Paris in the spring.  Oh, how does that go?

If anyone gets that, let me know, will you?  Let's get down to business.

Team Lynx went up to Columbia, South Carolina and came home with...  not a whole heckuva lot.  I hurt my thumb the day before and played Saturday lefthanded to finish the day about six billion shots out of second to last.  Sunday I only threw 2 lefty shots but the rest were limited to forehands (or, inside about 60 feet I could loft it up backhand) and the results were, well, not too strong.  I beat 2 people and tied another.  The unfortunate part for the Team is one of the two was Todd.  Not a strong showing.   On a brighter front, Brett grabbed nearly-last cash and got a couple of discs and Ryan overcame his rice pilaf to take home a few bucks.  Scott drove about six million miles to caddy for Ryan on Sunday, no doubt drawn by the lure of ten percent of not too terribly much.  But hey, that's what you get at Earlewood, sacrifice some potential material gains for a weekend of soul healing on a great course.

And it's my page, I can say things like "Soul healing" if I so choose.

Other things at old SC:  Carlton Howard beat Stan McDaniel on the second playoff hole.  Methinks Stan might be developing a distaste for playoffs.  Wyman Fogg hit a house on hole 8 (not an easy thing to do, in case you've never played the course) and was so driven to agony by actually losing to me that he claims to have quit the game for the next year.  I think I actually believe him.

On the tee for hole 18 Todd mentioned to me casually that he'd buy me a truck if I birdied it lefthanded.  My second shot landed fifteen feet to the right of the basket and, with the lefty hyzer, apparently looked like it was going in from way back on the tee.   Heh-heh-heh.

And I still owe Kathy Dammes a disc from last year when she went and rummaged in the compost heap that is my backseat to find my camera so we could immortalize a disc wedged into the V of a tree...  a picture that will find its way online.   Someday.

See y'all out there in the spring.  Heh.

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