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Chadwick - Acerbinky  › Acerbinky Disc Golf Club   August 3, 2010 at 1:24am

Diary of a disc addict. 7/28/2K10

(The acerbinky notes.) By Cameron Ficker

It was another great day in acerbinky world this week as we all went out for

are Wednesday round. This week it was Pier Park. A favorite of the long and strong.

The trees where green, the fairways where narrow and the beer was somewhat warm.

What more could you ask for. We had a couple of acer first timers. Glad you guys

could come out. We started with are usual safety meeting. Remember kids, safetyfirst…

Cough…cough.

We started a little late thanks to some slow ****s showing up at the last minute

and Bump’s insistences that an 8some of 5 year olds play through (why not, right). I got

off (get it) with the first group, chadW, Big Dog, Thomas, Kevin, and myself. The front

nine played really well and everyone in the group had some nice shots. We set a good

pace for the two groups behind us (did they keep up, no…cough…cough.). Everything

was great until the ninth tee pad. Then out of nowhere a runaway demon Roc came

straight at Thomas’s face. The Roc locked its beady red eyes with Thomas’s cold gazes

in a stare down for the ages. In a moment that defied time, Thomas pulled a Matrix

move that would make Keanu Reeves cry. As he leaned back, the razors edge of the disc

was only able to clip the cherry from the end of his cigarette, creating a cloud of sparks.

As the disc lay wounded on the ground a portal to hell opened and the Demon Roc was

sucked back into the ether, ala Army of Darkness. I pee’d myself a little. After the dust

settled, we tried to track down where this plastic horror had come from to no avail. Was

it one of the 5 year olds, was it the man in the camo kilt, or was it Diane Downs. We may

never know for sure (Bump). The only thing we may ever know for sure, is that Thomas

is a bout it bout it Muther ****er. Besides that, it’s all in the reflexes.

I finished 16over, (Awesome right), as did Craig. It was a playoff for the ages.

We decide on CTP, closes to the right post of the soccer goal. Being the nice guy that I

am I let Craig go first. As he limp wrested his disc out about 170ft., he kind of let out a

sissy shriek. Feeling both sick and a little sorry for his manhood, I decided to take it easy

on him. With my peerless skill and aim I place my disc just a foot or two past Craig’s. I

took the win and left him with, as much of his remaining dignity as possible. Win win.

All and all another great day for the AB. Next Wednesday it’s up to the mountain

for some fun in the sun at Ski Bowl. Safety meetings are always best at HIGH altitudes.

See yah on Wy’east ****es.

P.S.

When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your

favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he

asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you

remember what ol' Cam Ficker always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues,

Cam?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."