We're here at the tournament central hotel and we met up with Ben. As I was returning the luggage cart from our room - 322 - to the front desk, a fellow chatted me up in the elevator. He said: "You're with the tournament, eh?" (I am wearing a PDGA shirt.)
I said, "Yes," and added, "I just arrived."
He looked at me funny and said, "I thought the tournament was almost over."
I said, "Nope. Singles competition starts on Tuesday."
He just looked at me funny and avoided eye contact the rest of the way down.
Turns out that there is a PGA tournament in town - the US Bank Championship. And the parking lot is full of a lot of official Buicks.
At the desk, this really fit looking guy in what I thought was an Innova shirt waved in my direction. I waved back and he looked right past me at a blonde who asked him, "How'd you play today." He said, "Shitty." Sorry for him, whoever he was, but I bet he did not have as much fun as we're going to.
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