We went to Wilco to play disc golf this morning. And boy, was it cold and windy out there. We were hoping that the somewhat sheltered area would help somewhat. But when Jon states: “My tears are frozen,” it is not looking good. So we played quickly. I had a good first throw on the tough hole five.

Hrm, I wonder what a-hole is tearing the bark off of the tree on hole seven? That tree is likely to die a slow death…