Ling-Ling's presenting!



The call was put out to get together for UFC fight night. People were bloodied. Beer was drank. Fun was had by most.

So, after getting up at the crack of noon, the question was- what to do before the Superbowl? We had already had our fill of four pound omlettes... It was too wet in Arcadia for mountain biking. Not that mud riding is not a great time, but it is not so great for the trails. Responsibility is not normally my forte, but I conceeded that riding today was not an ecologically sound activity.

Besides, it is the winter, I am fat and lazy- and riding into the forest (a whole half mile up the road) is a half mile further from the keg in the basement. MMmmmmm... Buuuzaarrddsss Baaaay... Gllgghhhaaaa....

Greased Up Deaf Guy's brother came up with the idea of frisbee golf. The rallying cry was embraced by the three of us, as well as Crayons Taste Like Purple's wife and our daugger, Maggie.

So, Beer glasses were filled, the course was made up as we went along, new rules were added as needed (including my favorite- anytime Maggie decides to intercede and move the frisbee, her determination as to where it belongs stands), and play commenced.

Beauty of having a small plot of land with objects in the lawn is that it makes for a challenging course.

Filling up:

Discussing the Course:



INTERFERENCE!



Changing fortunes



Bribing the judge



Sobering up in the brook



Less artsy, more fartsy...



It's like beer league softball, only with a frisbee.

Tough shot...

It is a little wet back there. And it is February? That groundhog is on crack...

Is the fact that they are brothers make this more or less disturbing?