B-Rex Clinches a Fiver in Disc Golf Showdown

David and I have not spent more than about fifteen minutes in eachothers company for over a year and a half. The last time I can specifically remember seeing david -- except for a split second at Lisa's wedding, was when he sought a dispensation from my mom from going to my graduation from Carroll. He met us before for crepes, then probably went and played his nintendo.

So, we had much to catch up on, pee on, territory to mark, stories to tell, etc. We also needed to establish who was the better disc golfer.

Apparently in the last two years Davey Joe has become a gambling man. David's former credo was that he never made bets he knew he was not stacked to win...always wondered why he came back from Chris Tate's basketball invites with a pocket full of change...Anyway, he challenged me to a five dollar round.

Surprised, I declined at first. I hated the contentious competition of our youth, and was afraid I would hear David jabbering about nothing interesting, talking smack the whole game. But then I thought better and decided to play him for that cold (and metaphoric) cash.

It was a great round, sun was shining, bond was running, chains were ringing. David and I both played well, with probably four changes of lead in the game. But David was playing with a single disc (at his insistence) and one very foreign to him (which I cunningly provided). I ended up winning by four strokes, coming out strong in the end, as David struggled to stay in bounds.

David, typically, didnt have the cash at hand. However, he did have twenties and fifties, which is unusual. It was a great round, David never talked a bit of smack -- even when he was ahead.

So we came back to drop off the bondo, have some soup, and we are off to play round number two . Be jealous John....