Hole of the Day Gone Wrong:
As I walk to the teepad, I see a cute jogger circling the trail and headed my way. "Alright", I think to myself. "Time to impress the ladies." I waste no time in grabbing my nuke and stepping up to the teepad. As I begin my reachback, I catch a glimpse that the hot jogger is watching me. This throws my concentration off completely. The lack of focus combined with the fact that I am trying to absolutely crush my drive leads to one of the biggest griplocks of all time. I watch my disc sail off way right towards a old man walking his dog. As I scream "Fore" at the top of my lungs, I secretly hope that Old Man River has his hearing aids turned up. The disc sails over the oblivious man's head and settles in the next fairway over. I turn back to where the jogger is to say something along the lines of "I meant to do that", but I see her smirking and shaking her head a bit. $%^& it. I pick up my bag and trudge toward my disc. As I pass the old man, he puts two and two together and says "You threw that frisbee all the way over here? What a toss!" At least one person was impressed with my throw, but it's too bad it was the one that drinks prune juice and has severe osteoarthritis. I line up my approach shot with my buzzz, but I leave it 50' short. The jump putt clanks off the chastity belt and drops to the ground next to the basket. Me and my bruised ego tap-in for a.....
Bogey 4