Twice this year my game had utterly failed me. During the Minnesota Majestic I was on the lead card Day Two and the top player on the second card on Day Three. The second hole on Day Two I backhanded a tree full force, creating a problem where I can no longer consistently snap a disc (which still persists today, but I am regaining it). I ended up circle-paring BRP's 770 foot hole with a miracle second shot, but my day went downhill fast after that. On the second hole on Day Three I had a Star Ontario Roc splash out of the basket, turning what should have been an ace into a birdie. The luck being that if I had blown by the basket I might have ended up with a circle four or five. However, that was my last good luck of the day. I ended up pissing away shots here and there, taking a double circle seven on one hole where the rest of my card got 3s. On the next hole I took a circle six when again they carded 2s and 3s. I never felt so out of place, being THAT player who was dragging down the rest of the card. I had only one awesome shot for the remainder of the round, at least finishing half way strong when the damage was already done. I tied for last cash.
The other time was during the GGGT Go Cart Open II. The first round I did decent for never having played the course before and revamping my bag one week prior. The second round was supposed to be at an easier course but I just narrowly clipped every possible tree and limb. The worst part is that this course is relatively open, you really have to be off to nail things as often as I did. One time it was so bad that I called my shot, high into a tree at 300 feet and being swatted backwards into the OB. It happened exactly as I predicted, carding a circle 6 to everyone else's 3. The only good shot I had was parking a 450 foot hole with my brand new Tournament Sword. The final round I had dropped from 6th to last. I just pulled out the Nutsac, said screw it, and played with five discs. I ended up giving away 13 putts including parking a nearly impossible to park hole and turning a birdie into a 4 because of a three-putt. This was infinitely worse than the Majestic.
I gave up playing competitively for a while after that. Not that I care too much for my rating, but after being able to hang with 950-970 players for two years, I ended carding numerous sub 900 rounds this summer. At the beginning of the year I felt I was on the verge of a big breakthrough, that I knew what I was doing, that I could envision myself doing it because of past experiences, but thanks to a few bad rounds I actually felt I took a major step back.
Likely if I were to jump into a tournament today I would probably not do well, but I am feeling after two solid months of practice and fun rounds that I am again heading back in the right direction.