Yes, it’s sad but true, Ken and I rekindled our frisbee golf rivalry with a round on the Princeton University frisbee golf course.
And I lost. In spectacular fashion. Finishing seven strokes behind.
It started off close, but on the 8th hole Ken revealed why his undergraduate degree in religion was worthwhile as he made an unbelievable throw to finish a par 3 in two strokes. Ken threw a hammer over a building, then the disc arced perfectly under the branches of the tree that was covering the hole, then skipped off the ground, and between the bars of an iron fence to land in the hole. That was only the second time in probably sixty games that he’s made that hole in two throws.
But the rest of the game was all me. After I lost another two strokes on the twelfth hole, I just gave up and started throwing bricks everywhere. I lost another four strokes on the next six holes.
I’m not proud of my play, but hey, what can you do when God is against you?