I love throwing stuff. Always have. Baseballs, rocks, overripe garden vegetables…. There are many episodes I could tell about throwing and the small dramas that followed. I’m sure it goes back to having a dad who helped us kids enjoy the clean fun of sports. On my fifth birthday, I got a blue Regular Frisbee (by Wham-O), and that was an important stage in it, too.
Now, thirty-nine-and-a-half years later, disc golf — a direct outgrowth of the Frisbee movement of the 1960s — is one of my passions. It is a great sport for a middle-aged guy to use to exert himself, especially when the water is too cold for kayaking. It’s so much better than ball golf, more natural physically and more egalitarian financially. Friday is my day off, each week, barring emergencies, and for two weeks, I’ve joined friends at a local course and had a great time. We laughed our way through the woods and tightened each others’ games with useful sharing of perspectives. On the par 65 course at Boyd Hill Park, I shot a 64 the first week, and then a 63 and a 54 the second week. I’m interested to go with this group to the course at Winthrop University, which occasionally hosts national and world championship tournaments. I played there once a few years ago with my brother, Victor; that is a much more challenging course, and bigger numbers can be expected.
Had I not been so busy throwing, maybe I would have taken some pictures to share. Next time, perhaps.