It was a case of almost not happening for 2003, what with core Freaky Stylists moving house, heading off shore for weddings and, in most cases, general laziness. But when it was learnt that alltime classic Styley-man Jono 'Wombat' Foley was gracing our shores, quick plans were made for a last minute Freaky Styley Classic on a Thursday evening after work.

A quick 'meeting' at the clubrooms and they were off..

Once things got under way, the troops began to worry that the trophy might be disappearing across the Tasman. Jono 'the Koala' Foley was on fire! "I was spurred on by the quality of the group" he commented, "what with the Scarb showing me the way and the cool calm good looks of the Gabbster, how could I lay up?"
Sure enough the man they call 'The Croc' raced into the final - more on that later.

Lay up? Fark off! Jono 'the Emu' Foley pots another 15 footer.

And then there was Classic organiser Dave the Hitman Snowie.

Weighed down with the pressure of buying and selling houses, this Scot Hot Shot didn't miss a beat. Playing his first disc golf in many months, the icey Snowman approached the specially designed course with the strategy and poise of Monty at El Alamain to also make it into the six man final play-off. Unfortunately once into the final, he played more like Rommel at the Russian front...

For those who lost, at least there were cheap drinks.

Another face that the troops hadn't seen for a while was world class sailor boy Arri Verderci.
The jovial banker played like we had never seen before - right from the start. Birdies into the chains, pars when in trouble. And so he cruised quite happily into the play-off, if perhaps looking a little bit different by that stage.
It wasn't looking too good for the lefties until Smarty Marty squeezed into the last play-off spot.

Yes, the final.
Like all Freaky Styley events before it, this one managed to have the tense contraversy and unexpected twists that we have come to expect. With a massive final play off group of six players, Grand Poobaa Snowman tried his best to tweak the rules towards his own strengths. But no-one else had any golf clubs or were willing to have a guitar-off, so it was a putt off at the final basket in the fading light that was Thursday evening.
Mention must go to the has-beens that were unable to feature in the final - Baz, consistent but not dazzling. Jim, well, just Jim. Feasey, world class but weighted down by the Freaky Styley rulz. Richard, agressive early but humbled later by the tough par 4's. And Fish, out of water with the crazy Freaky format.

"I did it!... it's so unreal - I don't feel like I'm here!"

After all the skillful play that had got these players to this very tense final, it came down to this - furtherest away from the basket would be eliminated. A lay-up fest. Some commentators were heard to mutter 'It's a gay-up!' and simply walk away as weak shot after weak shot was thrown.
First to go was naturally the most masculine player Gabb who doesn't know the meaning of the word lay-up. Steve Scarb had even disappeared in disgust as a slightly taller looking Arri Verderci started to show some uncharacteristicly accurate short play, not to mention the growth of a goatie within 15 minutes.
And so they dropped off - Grand Master, Snowman, Jono 'The 'Roo' Foley and then finally Marty mucked it up.
And so it was a strangely precise Arri that showed the best gay-up form and ended up taking out the Classic for 2003. Congratulations.

We think.