Recently, I was in Gopher Sounds, just browsing around and found an old Ministry CD that I frequented often in high school. After listening to it, I realized my parents were right. They are evil and influential, consequently making them one of the best ever in my opinion. Revisit them if you can.

Kurt Warner is old and ugly. But, there's a handsome and new buzz in the air, as there is every damn year, and although the Cards always seem to find some way to break my already sensitive and insecure heart, I still believe this year will be different. If there is a God up there, and if he even gives a shit about competitive sports (which would be against His teachings, right?) the Arizona Cardinals will have a season that can begin my road to recovery. A recovery due to many miserable years of quietly chearing every week for them, while listening to everyone around me exclaiming how terrible and stupid they are, and anyone chearing for them is an idiot. Please, Kurt. I'm on your side; always was. I'm begging you to make sure that all those painful, regretable years are not all in vain, and those of us consistently loyal fans (all 10 of us in the state) have something to be proud of and can rid ourselves of the memory of chearing for a helpless losing team.

Last Tuesday, we girded up our loins, ate some Wheaties and tackled the Snowbowl course. Lot's of uphill holes, in fact at one point you play 4 holes in a role going upslope. When you're finished you are finished, if you know what I mean. There's a cool patio bar at the Agassiz lodge right where you finish, and the PBR goes down smooth after your little jaunt up and down the mountain. I have a bunch of cool pics, but our good friend Blogger.com is having trouble uploading them. I'll try again later, but here are some pics I was able to load.

This walk is filled with overwhelming anxiety and anticipation to see who's the closest to the pin. Unfortunately, for them, yours truly had his driver dialed in. I don't mean to blow my own horn, but, toot-toot!

Terrible photography. I thought I had a good beat on Randy's disc. I guess if you look around a bit, you might find it. Too bad, it was a sick drive on a 982 ft. hole with a wide open fairway.

As you can see, we kinda had to hustle up a little. Luckily, this was the 17th hole. Yes, Pat is that cheesey.

Frisbee golf Snowbowl style. Yes, they really are that cheesey.

The Vaca prepares himself for liftoff. One funny note, when he has a toss that he doesn't approve of, he calls himself a vaginasaur. I find that hilarious. Judging by the dumb smiles on our faces, the beer has effectively kicked in.