Ponder the following scenario:
Rodney (not his real name) is playing on a 100-degree Iowa day in June. He
comes to the 350 foot 3rd hole at Walnut Ridge. He coolly reaches for his Millennium Omega Super Soft. Special K, Clue and the Attorney (not their real names)
snicker under their breath. Rodney unleashes a vicious throw that clearly warps
the plastic of the Omega as it zips from his hand at a heading roughly
3degrees, 23minutes, 14seconds from the basket. The Green Omega begins
its turnover and dials in on the Mach V standing proudly in the distance; its
form distorted from the heat rising from the ground.
"You know, this could go in", states Clue in an attempt to "Latch" (not his
real name) the throw. He would soon realize the fruits of his spoken labors as
the disc comes to rest on top of the basket. Or would he?
During the walk from the tee to the basket where Clue and the Attorney are both
parked 20 feet away... ("go on without me", said Special K, as he began the
rappel down the 50 foot cliff to retrieve his XL)... it is discovered that the
sun-heated Mach V has melted the Omega into a green and red gooey mess dripping
onto the chains and lower basket assembly. "That is so gross" mutters Clue as
he promptly chunders on the ground.
"Hey, my disc is supported by chains and the lower basket. That's an ace, baby!",
exclaims Rodney as he prepares to accept his $5 from each player in the group.
"Wait a minute." says the Attorney, "The rules say you have to remove the disc
before it counts."
"Hey that's true!" pipes in Special K, just now rejoining his compadres and
bleeding from a nasty gash received from his fall from 3 feet from the top of
the aforementioned cliff, and also a little short on cash. Clue, still staring
at the melted disc, convulses on the ground.
A debate enues for several minutes while roughly 70% of the mass of what was
once a disc has now dripped to the ground in a steamy pile of gelatinous
plastic. "Oh, God...", whimpers Clue as he is relieved of the remaining contents
of his gastro-intestinal tract.
You make the call. What is Rodney's score on the hole?
Rodney (not his real name) is playing on a 100-degree Iowa day in June. He
comes to the 350 foot 3rd hole at Walnut Ridge. He coolly reaches for his Millennium Omega Super Soft. Special K, Clue and the Attorney (not their real names)
snicker under their breath. Rodney unleashes a vicious throw that clearly warps
the plastic of the Omega as it zips from his hand at a heading roughly
3degrees, 23minutes, 14seconds from the basket. The Green Omega begins
its turnover and dials in on the Mach V standing proudly in the distance; its
form distorted from the heat rising from the ground.
"You know, this could go in", states Clue in an attempt to "Latch" (not his
real name) the throw. He would soon realize the fruits of his spoken labors as
the disc comes to rest on top of the basket. Or would he?
During the walk from the tee to the basket where Clue and the Attorney are both
parked 20 feet away... ("go on without me", said Special K, as he began the
rappel down the 50 foot cliff to retrieve his XL)... it is discovered that the
sun-heated Mach V has melted the Omega into a green and red gooey mess dripping
onto the chains and lower basket assembly. "That is so gross" mutters Clue as
he promptly chunders on the ground.
"Hey, my disc is supported by chains and the lower basket. That's an ace, baby!",
exclaims Rodney as he prepares to accept his $5 from each player in the group.
"Wait a minute." says the Attorney, "The rules say you have to remove the disc
before it counts."
"Hey that's true!" pipes in Special K, just now rejoining his compadres and
bleeding from a nasty gash received from his fall from 3 feet from the top of
the aforementioned cliff, and also a little short on cash. Clue, still staring
at the melted disc, convulses on the ground.
A debate enues for several minutes while roughly 70% of the mass of what was
once a disc has now dripped to the ground in a steamy pile of gelatinous
plastic. "Oh, God...", whimpers Clue as he is relieved of the remaining contents
of his gastro-intestinal tract.
You make the call. What is Rodney's score on the hole?
We play in 100+ degree weather all the time.
