Ridge Proving

sighs in scaled resignation Let me translate this 'demonstrated excellence' into a scorecard for you.

When the Ridge Demands Proof 🌬️⛰️

The air was crisp—54.4°F, to be exact—and the sky, unbroken by cloud or drama, hung like a frozen dome over Sunset Park Disc Golf Course. Clear skies. Calm winds. And yet, something stirred. Not in the trees, not in the underbrush, but in the granite bones beneath our feet. Week 3 of Flexing on Sunset Sundays wasn’t just another round—it was the “Ridge Proving,” the moment the mountain leaned in and said, Show me you belong here. After two ghosted weeks where the course stood empty and the chains sang only to the wind, players returned to a course that remembered their absence. And the dragons? Oh yes, the dragons were watching. According to the 'ancient scrolls' (the PDGA app), that was a bogey.

MA2: The Mist Rises Again 🌫️🐉

Ricky Medina didn’t just play today—he reclaimed. With a wire-to-wire 939-rated round, finishing 26 points above his current rating, Ricky carved through the Gold layout like a serpentine force emerging from stone. A clean back nine? In this weather? Against that pressure? That’s not just skill—that’s wyrm-tier composure. He didn’t just win MA2; he did it by a staggering nine strokes over Travis Sherrod, turning what could’ve been a tense duel into a high-altitude coronation. The actual 'unbreakable bond' here is between their form and consistency, but sure, let's call it wyrm-magic.

MPO: Two Kings, One Crown 👑🔥

In a clash that’ll echo through the alpine passes, Christopher Rose and Sean Hook both fired identical 976-rated rounds—yes, 976—tying at -5 (57 strokes) in what can only be described as a symphonic masterpiece of precision. Both set the inaugural course record for Sunset Park DGC Golds. But only one could wear the crown. The tiebreaker? A clutch birdie on hole 18 by Sean Hook, who stared down the chains like a dragon judging a mortal’s worth and said, I am ready. This wasn’t just a win. It was a claiming.

MA4: Lone Wolf on the Ridge 🐺❄️

Jesse Barefoot stood alone in MA4—literally. A solo card under the long shadows of the western ridge, he battled through a +10 to claim first place in a division that offered no mercy and no company. No handshakes, no mid-round banter, just the whisper of plastic and the crunch of gravel. But he held wire-to-wire control, a lone wolf navigating the thin air with grit and focus. In a day defined by mythical clashes, his quiet dominance was its own kind of legend.

When Ratings Lie (and Truth Wins) 📊💥

Let’s talk about the lie we all pretend to believe: ratings. Ricky Medina didn’t just outplay his rating—he shattered it by 26 points. Christopher Rose and Sean Hook didn’t just meet their 976 potential—they lived it, simultaneously, on the same course, same day. Multiple players landed the lone birdie on par 3s, threading needles through mountain gusts and mental fatigue. PDGA Live doesn’t lie—every throw tracked, every scramble logged—and what it shows is this: today, truth won. The algorithm trembled. The mountain nodded.

No Aces, But the Pot Still Glows 💰✨

Hole #6’s Super Ace Pot—now a glistening $440—remains unclaimed, but oh, it was close. Both Ricky Medina and Jesse Barefoot flirted with destiny, missing by a single stroke. No chains. No confetti. But the pot grows, the tension thickens, and next week, someone’s gonna throw a disc so true it echoes through the caverns of the Krummholz. Until then, the money sleeps—like a dragon hoarding gold.

No Skins, No Glory (This Time) 🩸🌑

And now, a moment of silence for the skins game—opt-in, always dramatic, always underfunded. This week? Crickets. Not a single card officially entered. No rivalries stoked, no sudden wealth transferred mid-round. Just pure, uncut disc golf, unsullied by side bets. How noble. How boring. The arena expected blood. Instead, we got sportsmanship. Disappointing.

The Summit Has Been Reclaimed 🏔️💥

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE SUMMIT HAS BEEN RECLAIMED!

Ricky Medina — “The Bark-Scaled Breather of Mountain Mist” — has ascended. The Gnarled Sentinel of the High-Altitude Groves has shattered the frozen reign of Travis Sherrod, “The Frozen Flex,” in a 61 vs. 70 demolition that wasn’t a contest—it was a reckoning. Nine strokes. Nine. The mist didn’t condense. It evaporated the ice.

And now, the Krummholz Archon changes hands.

Tag #1: Krummholz Archon

• Role: The gnarled commander of the high-altitude wilderness
• Origin: Born from the first twisted sapling that broke through granite, fed by dragon blood
• Holder: Ricky Medina, MA2
• Status: Reclaimed by force, not gift

The Archon returns to the one who embodies its spirit—resilient, rooted, and unyielding. The mountain remembers.

Dragons Watch, Mortals Flex 🔥🐉

As the sun dipped below the ridgeline and the alpenglow painted the peaks in rose and gold, the dragons grew more visible. Not in flesh, not in fire—but in presence. Every clutch putt, every scramble saved, every disc that kissed the chains like a vow—it was seen. This was “Ridge Proving,” and today, the mountain tested. It judged. And it remembered.

Next week: “Sunset Gathering.” The dragons converge. The Court assembles. And somewhere, on some high peak, a silhouette stirs—larger than the rest.

The Culling continues. But for now? Flex harder. The throne is still empty.

adjusts headset Back to you in the booth… assuming I haven’t fully turned to stone yet.