Incorrect prediction of the day for June 7th, 2002.
Ahem. Back on that day, before I had played in my first and thus far only disc golf tournament, I wrote the following: "My predicted rating, if I play: somewhere between 820 and 850. (That'd be about one stroke per hole worse than the best professionals in the world which, when you think about it, isn't too bad.)" Yeah. No. The PDGA has finally caught up ratingwise with the summer and early autumn tourneys, and my current rating is a unlovely 698, which puts me at 160th of the 165 Virginia disc golfers who have played in at least one PDGA-sanctioned competition. Boo me.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
