| June 1st, 2003 Frisbee Golf |
| The Set-Up: The rules were simple. Jon and Will traveled a few blocks from their summer home to Golden Gate Park. Each purchased a cheap and rather flimsy Frisbee. Haven chosen their arms, they faced off in a contest of wit, guile, guts, throwing, and taming the beast within. The Rules: 10 Holes of Frisbee Golf, stroke play. Each contest alternatively chose the hole, determining the Tee Point, the objective, and the par. Signs, poles, trees, a trash can, and a parking space served as holes. |
| WINNER: WILL, -3 over Jon, Even |
| Hole 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 TOTAL SCORE Par 3 4 4 6 5 5 4 5 4 5 45 Jon 3 5 5 5 7 4 4 4 4 3 45 E Will 3 6 6 5 3 4 5 4 3 3 42 -3 |
| Narrative: by the Champion, Will On this, a rare sunny San Francisco Day. I saw my opponent's true talents. And it was good. I foresee a summer filled with glorious triumph. Indeed, few things will be quite as pleasurable as my continued defeat of my nemesis: Jonathan Suh. Hole 1 was a dog-leg left, sloping down, over a road into a stop sign. I got the early edge as Jon's throw drifted to the left and created a difficult birdy shot, which he could not complete. My fairway shot was impeccable, and victory was mine. Hole 2: Was a straight shot, aimed towards a statue. Trouble abounded for me as I shot a double bogey, moving one shot behind Jon. I missed a pitch-in for Birdy and then triple putted the green. Fear crept up my spine but I refused to give in, relying on my courage and experience. Hole 3: Brought more trouble. On this dog leg left, into a light-pole hole I missed the fairway in my second shot. Had to pitch back out to the fairway and fell 1 Stroke back. Hole 4: Straight shot to a park bench. Both competitors blew shots at birdies. |
| Hole 5: Moment of triumph. A dog-leg left, over brush aiming for a parking cone hole. I finished perfectly. One shot to fairway. One shot to range. One shot to Birdy. Jon had no such luck. He was trapped in the rough then double putted. After moving out to this 3 stroke lead, victory was but a conservative game away. Hole 6: Hole was in the trash-can. Both contestants missed the fairway and had to settle for par. Hole 7: Jon struggled back, hoping he could get with in sniping range. A long par 4, with a huge left turn, was simply too much. My throws were imperfect, leaving me in the brush. A bogey reduced my lead to 2. This gave me the incentive I needed to play more competitively. Hole 8: Over a big hill into a pole with extremely skinny fairways and large overhang. A very difficult par 4, but both competitors found success with conservative fairway leaves. Hole 9: Aiming for a "No-Biking" Sign, Jon begins to lose heart as his projectile drifts right. My lead advances to 4. |
| HOLE 10: This was a long down-ward sloping hole, aiming for a motorcycle parking space. What seemed difficult, ended anti-climactically as both competitors walked away with easy par. Victory was sweet. I drank in the glow of my own superior discus skills. Jon, in anguish, cursed his luck. A homeless man, living near Hole 10 seemed empowered from Jon's dismay and Jon's walked away, narrowly avoiding an all out attack by the bearded man. Little hope continues to burn in the eyes of a hollow and empty man. Mr. Suh, I bid you better luck in the future, though I fear many more defeats to come. |
| QUOTES: JON:: "My surgically repaired elbow was out of sorts since I woke up, but I'm not one to make excuses. Never have been, never will be. The blazing afternoon sun also pierced my sensitive eyes, as I just had cataracts removed a few days ago. But again, I'm not one to make excuses." WILL: "There are few things quite as disheartening as seeing a grown man cry." |
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