It was an erratically windy afternoon when I arrived at the course for only my second speed frolf round, the wind direction being from the south. The experienced Mendo frolfer, being told the wind direction, will not be surprised to hear that the course was dripping wet. D. Stein having taken off to Seattle and having left me with his hound, I was escorting two canines along on my speed ride, and sporting full rain gear. Playing within myself and yet moving right along, I found myself 5 under through 16, with nary a bogie on the card, and, considering all the wiping of discs, tearing off of overheated clothing, and yelling down the hounds, having made fine time. Any Mendo frolfer will tell you that this score is particularly solid in an increasingly strong south wind. When I bogied 17, I was hardly bothered and motored up to the 18th tee, to execute perhaps only my second attempted lay-up on the 18.
Let me pause here to say that I had decided that the only fair way to play the 18th without a spotter is to play a mando (manditory) lay-up shot short of the uprights, given the relative impossibility of fairly judging whether one's own shot goes through or not. I believe this needs to be the ongoing rule for any official rounds played solo.
So I execute my rapid-fire lay-up, leaving it short on purpose. This is from my experience of seeing both DStein and Matthew throw lay-up throws long and under the uprights! Ah but that is another story for another day. Let me just say that I had no intention of going long. So my short lay-up perfectly executed, I sprinted downhill for the all-important second shot. I sized up the line and pulled my monster for the hyzer shot I hoped would leave me in park city for a new speed frolf record. Where I went wrong, my readers, was in the calibration of the strong south wind's effect on a hyzer shot. I was soon to discover my horrible horrible mistake. As I lobbed up the shot, that wind came powering down onto the field with a fury, impacting the top of that left-curving monster with a downward thrust unlike any I've ever seen! And as I watched with horror, my simple monster hyzer throw came rocketing to earth far ahead of schedule....lower and lower, until it just slid UNDER the all-important uprights! NOOOOO!!! My cries could be heard from Westport to Point Arena, my friends. When all was said and done, I carded a horrendous 5 on 18 and hit the chronograph button.
The final damage? I had finished at 2 under, in a record time of 25:50, rounded to 26 minutes. Do the math and shudder: I came in at 78, one shot shy of Dave's current record of 77. My final words as I completed the calculations? AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!