Wasatch Pass Break

sighs in haunted frontier Well, partners, I've seen ghost towns before, but this one takes the cake. Welcome back to the booth—or what's left of it after that brine storm shorted out half my monitors. Week 2 of Hell on Wheels @ The Wasatch Wunder? Let's just say the course won by forfeit. Zero players. Zilch. Nada. The green fog rolled in, the junk ships whispered their temptations, and apparently everyone decided that fighting off supernatural interference wasn't in their Thursday night plans. I get it—when the creek turns to black sludge and demons start offering shortcuts on Sycamore holes, even the most dedicated disc golfer might opt for a night in. We missed seeing the Week 1 crew out there, and I'm contractually obligated to note that the audience technically outnumbered the player count this week. But here's the thing about the Deadlands: the frontier's harsh, but it's also persistent. This league has good bones and better energy—sometimes the cosmos just conspires against a tee time. So dust off your bags, ignore the whispering voices (seriously, don't follow them to Shallow Graves), and let's try this again next week. The booth will be here, my gills will be slightly less dry, and maybe—just maybe—the scriptwriters will let us have a normal round.