I was back in Buffalo this weekend for the Whiskey Classic. The Whiskey Classic is a frisbee golf tournament Invented by a few of my friends. This is the second year I've played in the tournament. The way it works is that you drink a shot of whiskey for every stroke you lose the hole by. A few rules are in place to ensure survivability. First rule is the majority rule. If a majority of players decide you need to stop, you stop. Second rule is a maximum of two shots per hole. Third is that after ten holes it goes down to half shots instead of full shots. There are other things, like socials and mulligans but that the gist of it.



The tournament is 27 holes long. Afterwards there is an extremely long grilling period to celebrate and recover. We had particularly nice weather this year. A little windy but over 60 degrees out so it was gorgeous. We all started really well this year. Mike took an early lead after losing the first hole. Brian was in close pursuit with Marc and I only a few strokes off. Mike eventually pulled away but after the opening ten holes things started to get interesting. Brian had a few losing holes and started having trouble keeping his game together. Marc pulled ahead of me to come close to catching Mike.

Around hole 23 Brian had to be cut off. He was eventually just throwing the frisbee on the ground fifteen feet in front of him. Or into the woods. Regardless it wasn't going anywhere near or towards the basket anymore. He accepted being cut off pretty complacently.



Thing got really interesting going into hole 27. Marc and Mike were in a dead heat. It was all down to the last hole. I was still playing and may have said a comment or two about how Brian should have kept playing (not drinking, no one wanted that, but keep throwing his frisbee so at least he could say he played the whole tournament). Anyways as I am walking towards my frisbee for the second throw Brian tackles me. I'm not sure why, as I was far from heckling or harassing ( that I recall, I had more than a few shots in me at the time). Anyways, Brian tackled me, and I wrestled him into a headlock and held him there till Mike and Marc finished their hole (Brian looked a little angry at the time so I didn't want to let him up). Mike came back and held Brian at bay while I got up.



A little while later, while Marc was celebrating his first ever Whiskey Classic victory, Mike was grilling and Brian confessed someone had told him to tackle me but couldn't remember who (this is less than 20 minutes after he had tackled me). He seemed over it but he also went into a zen sort of drunken coma where he just sat there without really looking or talking to anyone. But he recovered rather quickly (not before making a comment that he should stab me). Multiple kinds of meat were grilled and feasted upon. Copious amounts of re-hydrating beverages were drank and the conversation on the drive home was fantastic.

All in all a better classic couldn't have been asked for.