Dylan: Dude, it's 2:30. You seen Will? What's goin' on? Dan: I don't know, it's 2:30. Haven't seen him yet. – Dylan: Wonder what's takin' so long. (chains rattling) Oh jeez, finally, this guy. Will: Let's get it, boys! Let's go, man. Come on man, let's– (music) (music) – Man, I'll get my bag. (music Chris: What's up everybody? We're out–
Will: Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! (chains rattling) Let's go! I got it man, don't worry. Come on, come on! Chris: We just started. Will: All right man, let's go, let's go! Chris: Take it easy. Dan: All right, listen for the chains. Listen for the chains. Ooh. Listen for the chains. (sticks cracking) Guys wanna see an ace? You wanna see an ace? One ace per round. Listen for the chains, boys. Oh yeah, no, that's a new basket location. I think that was close. I heard metal. Dylan: 540? I'm discin' down. Crestin' 500 all day long now, man. Just been gettin' 'em out there. Chris: Okay. Dylan: Clocked 500 on
you just the other day.
No big deal. Stepped one off? 505, baby. Keep it 500. 500. Not loose yet. Dan: Oh.
(chains rattling) Foot fault. Chris: What? Dan: Foot fault, 802.05. Ah, sorry to break it to ya. Get outta here. That's an illegal disc. Two strokes. Should be ashamed of yourself. (leaves rustling) No, no, no, no, wait a minute. Hold up. Yeah, that's not two meters there. Yeah, that's a stroke. That's tough. And thirty. Oh, that's too bad. That's a stroke. Chris: I just started my run up. Dan: Hey, man, I don't make the rules. Jon: It's on me. Will: Let's go, Chris! Flip! Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn! Ah! Not a good spot. Get in! Flip, flip, flip, flip! Might go in. (chains rattling)
Oh, my gosh. Flip, flip, flip! Don't flip that much,
hook up, hook up, hook up, hook up, hook up! Jeff: Hey man! Hey, you care if I play through? Dylan: Yeah, yeah.
Jeff: Been waitin' all day! Oh, hey man, you care if I play through? Dylan: Yeah, have at it. Oh, wait, birdie bag. Yeah, there we go. Anybody got my birdie bag? Grip it and rip it, baby! Birdie bag. Chris: You guys, can I throw one more? Can I throw one more real quick? Whoa, whoa, whoa, one
more, just real quick. Maybe one more. Maybe one more. Guys! Last one! Last one, I promise! Can I throw one more? Maybe one more? (metal clanging) One more, one more, one more. (metal clanging) One more, one more. Sorry, sorry, last one. (chains rattling) Yes! That was a three. I took a three. Dylan: Yeah, got it. Dan: Is this about three hundo? Dylan: Yeah, about. Dang it! Son of a– – Group: Don't do it, dude! Dylan: Screw it. (grunts) (music) (music).