For those that follow the blog closely, you will notice the name of Aaron Brun posted above. You may say to yourself, "Is that the guy who showed up one Sunday and scored a 14 down with a thumber over the trees on 11?". No it was not. You then say, "Surely that must be the little fella' who Rick met and invited. The school age kid." Wrong again. I'll give you one more. "The hippies. The Hippies in the bus. The one guy payed to play and his girlfriend and the rest of 'em just joined in, right. That must be the guy." I will assume that you are making reference to these obscure characters just to get a reaction out of me. You have. I am disappointed. I can understand you confusing the name with maybe L. Ron Hubbord, author of Dianetics and the father of modern Scientology. Or perhaps you confuse him with ReRun from "What's Happening". Aaron Burr comes to mind, the third vice-president of the United States of America under Thomas Jefferson. These mixups are common. Just the other day I was talking with a fellow frolfer about a player named David Stein. Understandably I mistook him for Ben Stein of "Win Ben Stein's Money" as well as many commercial appearances. Perhaps it was Ben's first career as an economist that created the misunderstanding but a simple description of David corrected my folly and put myself and my cohort on the same proverbial "page" (Grey skully cap, chucks and long sleeve under the tee). Aaron Brun is a name that will no longer be taken lightly. It will no longer be acceptable to go around saying, "Aaron who?" His mark is made. Following in the footsteps of David Stein, Aaron Brun has won his very own disc golf basket. By outlasting the crowd (including 3 self proclaimed pros) in a windy match, Aaron used his handicap to his advantage and won. This is usually where the author goes on to talk about specific holes the champion used as leverage to hoist his own score up above the others. Or a detailed account of the close match and how the leaders jockeyed for position in the final holes. Maybe the author would critique the shot-gun start to determine if it played any role in Aaron Brun's win. These all would seem proper, conventional, and even right. This is not where the story lies. The construct of the Tournament, the teams, the start time, even handicapped score did not even cross the mind of our hero. The story begins at the end. At the scorers table. With all the cards turned in and our director Jim Eldridge and Erin Hemmings looking them over, a comment was made. It wasn't shouted or announced or even stated. It may have been said without the hope of anyone hearing it, but the statement started a buzz that would not be resolved until the final announcement was made. "I think the one person I wanted to win this thing is gonna take it." A paraphrased quote from a dishevelled scorer's table. I heard it and the gears started turning in my brain. Let it be known that Aaron is one of my best friends. I never even considered him after hearing that comment. No one knew who won. Not even the winner himself. He never even considered it. When his name was called as the handicapped winner for the day and thus the new owner of a practice basket, a tear came to his eye. Onlookers may have confused it with the combination of lack of sleep, beer consumption, grass inhalation and just dry wind, but knowing the man the way I do, I knew a soft spot had been touched. You say "come on man, get off of it. How much drama can you put into that act of winning one little match out in the middle of nowhere." Is that a challenge? Aaron shed a small tear through his proud/ shocked gaze and proceeded to be showered with praise in the form of a trophy. Not just any trophy, but a scaled down, cherry wood destroyer. The trophy goes to the winner of the special tourny and will be passed along in two months. In a rush of emotion and altruism, Aaron rose to his feet, climbed atop a picnic table and announced to all who would hear that he intended to give away the very basket he just won. A few of his closest cohorts pulled him aside and quickly controlled the philanthropic beast. Aaron agreed to "sleep on it" and it seems will elect to keep the basket after all. The real story lies in the fact that neither Aaron nor most of the players even thought of him as in the running, never mind as the champ. This is a success for our handicap system and a success for the tournament. May the best played game be rewarded. The author played a fine match. He battled the wind and the terrain and managed to eek out a plus 5. With David Stein at a minus 2, I thought a placing would be in the cards. When someone like Aaron shoots plus 6 in those conditions it is a fine game. Let us all think of the rolling putts, the wind carried drives and let us not forget the updraft headwind that destroyed not a few scores. Aaron had to avoid all these obstacles and still make good choices to score the way he did. Aloha Aaron for providing the most exciting winner announcement ever, mahalo to Jim for putting it together and suppling the lights, another mahalo to everyone who donated discs for PEEC (I'll put together some fun pictures of the discs in use during this spring) and a huge aloha to everyone who showed up and made the game special.