The triple crown.  Or should that be, the Triple Crown?  I'd always heard about it, this big thing in Florida which is one measly state away, yet I'd never gone (in my long, long, year-and-a-half tournament playing career).  Now I have.

I've got gobs and gobs of notes and suchlike and I will get it all in, in various places. Some here, some on Cam and Dickie's pages, some on my own little ramblings.  But not right now.  See, right now it's 8 am and I've been up since, well, 7 and it's time to go back to sleep so I can wake up at the more proper and decent hour or 10 or 11.  In the meantime, I'll stick the results here so you can chew on them a bit.

First Leg (Orlando)
Second Leg (Melbourne)
Third Leg (Daytona)
Overall Results

I'm not sure why there were no payouts listed on the Daytona results.

I'll be back later with some actual tellin'.  Cheers...

I'm back.  But who's here to see?  That's ok, the magic's in the telling.  That said, I think the magic I feel tonight is in the form of a lazy man's paragraph (in roughly chronological order):

• Our first night in town we were on the side of the road with 4 cop cars boxing us in.  I got patted down because apparently he thought I might have a gun hidden in my almost-but-not-quite-jogging shorts.  None of 'em had any idea where to camp except the state park.  Interesting considering there was a fantastic park (Turkey Lake) less than 10 miles away.  My opinion of cops camping knowledge took a dramatic downturn.
• So once we escaped the coppers, we stayed at a Holiday Inn.  Sorta.  This was the weekend of the Daytona 500 and apparently every hotel room from Orlando to Daytona was full.  So I'm talking to the night clerk (it's about 3 am by this point), trying to get him to let us stay in a conference room or something.  I give up but Todd has to go to the bathroom so I'm hanging around the lobby when he asks if I'm paying by cash or credit.  Cash, baby, all cash.  So he says "a hundred bucks."  We work it back and forth a bit and get down to $75.  I hand it to him, it goes into his pocket.  I fill out a form, that data never found its way into the computer.  We stayed in some guys room who'd reserved it but hadn't shown up.  God bless 'im.
• Ken Climo and Al Schack got paired up for random doubles in Orlando... and didn't win.  Cam got hot and he won (not like he didn't have a partner, but I don't have a clue who it was).
• The hostess at the Italian place was gorgeous...  but it still wasn't worth it.
• Ryan won our little Turkey Lake open.  He gave me 2 shots and Todd 4.  He shot -12, I shot -7, Todd shot even.
• A disc stamp:  Picture of guy sticking his index finger out at you, says, "A grenade won't go off until you pull the pin."
• Ryan made it through exactly one night of camping with us.  A born woodsman.
• Oh, if you ever stay at Turkey Lake, watch out for that first stall in the men's room.  It has great range.
• Me and Brian LeBrasseur were the 5 Brothers in Orlando.  Chuck Jaqueth wanted in after his 5 on hole 3, but anyone can get one five.  I had more.  Ahem.
• "Casey Jones" Feldberg broke a car with a practice throw.
• Ohhh, man.  Hosfeld's Gran Canyon course rocks.  If you're within a couple hours of it (it's west of Orlando), get permission to play (it's on private property).  It has the highest cool value of any course I've ever played, by a good margin.
• The swedish guys (Peter and Mikey) traded me 2 beers for a Flying Eye disc.
• We played a round of night golf with Cam and Dickie at Turkey Lake and only lost 2 discs, one of which we found in the morning (but my Roc is loooooong gone).
• The city of Orlando requires like sixty pounds of paperwork for each night you stay in their parks.
• Wickham Park was really crowded for campers.  We camped illicitly for the first two nights, then were accepted with open arms the third and were allowed to pay back-camping-fees.
• We tried, and failed, to find the perfect Joe-Bob's-cinder-block-broken-down-hole-in-the-sand-seafood place.  Twice.
• We tried to see the doggies run around the track.  And failed.  Twice.
• Me: "But yelling at the screen isn't as much fun as yelling at the dogs." Dog track guy who'd just told us they only had simulcast that night:  "Hell, we have guys yelling at the replays."
• I found a Leadbelly CD in a used CD store next to the Dairy Queen which is next to the Dog Track.
• The new LynxDGS rating system now has a name, Inverted Suck Quotient.
• There's a Play It Again Sports in Melbourne selling used discs for six bucks.
• I tied Dickie in Melbourne without ever playing a round with him.
• Ron Russell was sick as a dog.
• The Melbourne public library has a fascist computer guy.
• The community college right next door doesn't, but I bet they're still talking about gas prices in the bookstore.  Nevermind.
• I won doubles with Matt Roulette in Daytona with a -11, which they said was a new course record.  A little bit hard to believe since Climo shot -10 3 times in singles, but who am I to turn down a course record?
• Whapow started Daytona on hole 7, got a double circle 8 while the rest of his group birdied.  He bogeyed the second hole and they all birdied, again.  After two holes he was 8 shots behind his group.  That's gotta be a record.
• After the first day in Daytona Cam was in 2nd and Ryan was in 3rd.
• Cam hurt his ankle that night and Ryan, well, who knows, but...
• ... they both cashed.
• The shootout for the extra money at the end of the triple crown is pretty cool.  They start with a handful of people and eliminate one on each hole.  Whoever has the worst score on that hole is out, if there's a tie they do a CTP from an arbitrary spot decided by Bob Lewis (so if you have a shootout at your tournament you can fly him in...).  Johnny McRay won (after staying alive despite a double-circle 5 on hole #7) and Climo was second.  Al Schack got third...  Cam got knocked out on the 3rd hole when the CTP was about a 35 foot putt, some people ran the putt and some laid up.  Cam ran...
• Pretty much everyone we met told us they wished we'd brought the trailer.  We were invited to bring it to Melbourne and to Daytona this year.
• There we no girls on the beach.  What's up with that?

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