25% chance of rain looked like a good call. I mean really, when does it ever rain in the finest city in America? So you can imagine our surprise when we awoke to gray skies and drizzle on Wednesday morning. And the only thing that went through my head as I tossed on a rain jacket and hit the door....WILD CARD.
A little backstory. Jantz is the king of practice. He's the anti-Iverson. The schedule was set back in March and immediately the challenger known as The Machine began envisioning days of preperation, fine tuning his skills for the upcoming tests of manhood.
Where Jantz excels in practice and preperation, Ant excels in strategy and planning. He may not be out hitting the court practicing his free throws, but he is measuring you up, questioning your skill level and then planning on how he is going to overcome that. Call it a mental practice.
So it was no surprise when a week before SOM #6/Frisbee Golf, Jantz approached me about hitting the course for a practice round. On the same day, Ant questioned Nikki the Rat on my whereabouts and when he found out that a practice round was in session he quickly concluded that a practice round must be added to his preperation as well. Within the span of 48 hours, 50% of the man challengers had hit the course, logging much needed and extremely advantageous hours tossing what the local hippies call the "bee."
While out on the course with Ant a plan was hatched. We must keep the preperations secret. The more practice we got paired with the fact that practice had not occured to the remaining man challengers would be a huge advantage come Wednesday. If you've ever played frisbee golf then you know that just going out and throwing a frisbee a long way has nothing to do with being successful. It takes practice, a knowledge of the course and more practice to be good at frisbee golf. Time and time again on our practice rounds we watched as drunken dudes made unbelievable shots look commonplace. How did that do that? Most of them spend three to four days a week playing frisbee golf (their social lives must be riveting). One round on the course with Jantz I shot an 83; the very next day with Ant, I shoot a 79. Sloughing off 4 strokes based merely on the fact that on the second day I knew where and how to throw.
Three things you should know:
This plan was FOOLPROOF.
We could not lose.
Peter is a freak.
Come day of the competition Jantz had logged 4 rounds on the course. I had logged 2.5 (Bing and I were interupted by a phonecall from an amubulance...long story). Ant had 1 under his belt (amazingly paring the first 11 holes). Bing and Rudy and played the course before but that experience was deemed inconsequential given the fact they were plastered each time they played. Which left Peter, Mr. #1 for three weeks running. No prior experience tossing the bee around. Never played Morley Field. No way he was going to excel. No. Way.
On the first tee we could not help surpress our grins as Peter showed up (late as usual...if we were also competing in a contest of punctuality, Peter would be sitting dead last). As he stepped up to the first tee, he questioned us as to why we were laughing and after he muffed his first drive (an errant shot into a tree 10 feet away) we let him in on the joke. Our practice. His lack of preperation. The battle was on and he was standing alone with a broken sword and no armor. We had him beat. We forgot that Peter is a freak.
As we finish off the first 5th of the competion with 10 of the 50 events completed many theories and what ifs and woulda-coulda-shouldas come up. One theory is that Peter is better than the rest of us at everything. I personally hate this theory. Another theory is that certain competitors are not playing up to their potential. A theory I like one kajillion times better. For instance....Jantz shit the bed in the poker competition. Bing blew it in the bowling challenge. Rudy missed golf, which he's taking a class of right now, and choked on the free throw line. And the most recent addition to the underperfoming theory (or as I like to call it..the Vince Carter theory) is Ant faltering in his unlikely role as the favorite instead of the darkhorse and Jantz pulling a Bill Buckner and embedding his bee in a tree.
Long story short, 12 holes after we mocked Peter on the first tee, he had positioned himself in the top four, came up big with a birdie and tied a slumping Ant and Jantz on the last hole. This was the story. Me totally owning the course and the shooting a personal best 11 over par 70, 2 shots better than the nearest competitor, to win the challenge outright was not the story. The story was the freak.
In the end, Peter, Ant and Jantz played in a one hole playoff. Peter notched a par. Jantz--with his four rounds of practice, days of scouting the course, climbing trees to retrieve his GF's bee--shot a 4 and when Ant--with his personal best, ridiculous round of 63 running around in his head--clanked his par shot of the rim, our foolproof, has to work, can't lose plan failed.
Peter earned a second place finish and The Vince Carter Theory got another fabled chapter.
Final results:
1st Place.....Zach 70
2nd Place...the Freak 72 (tied) won first playoff hole
3rd Place....Jantz 72 (tied) won the 6th playoff hole
4th Place....Ant 72 (tied) lost the 6th playoff hole
5th Place....Bing 76
6th Place....Rudy 82
Another great day in the SOM,
King of the Hippies....Z$











