Day
366 of the streak.
By the numbers, approximately 3600 holes played, 12 aces (hmmm, 1/3 of 1% sounds less impressive), practice putts thrown approximately 35,000 for me, 70,000 for Danny, 24 courses visited, 100+ disc golfers we've played with . . .
I'm attaching my two favorite pictures from this year. One from Osage because it's our favorite course and I love that picture where he can barely reach the elevated basket and the other from Embshoff because that's where it all began for me and so I look at that picture and that was me 30+ years ago . . .
One last thought for Day 365, with apologies to Robert Traver who was writing about fishing, but I'll paraphrase his quote:
“I disc golf because I love to; because I love the environs where it is found, which are invariably beautiful and I hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my disc golfing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because baskets do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will throw an ace; and, finally, not because I regard disc golfing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.”
By the numbers, approximately 3600 holes played, 12 aces (hmmm, 1/3 of 1% sounds less impressive), practice putts thrown approximately 35,000 for me, 70,000 for Danny, 24 courses visited, 100+ disc golfers we've played with . . .
I'm attaching my two favorite pictures from this year. One from Osage because it's our favorite course and I love that picture where he can barely reach the elevated basket and the other from Embshoff because that's where it all began for me and so I look at that picture and that was me 30+ years ago . . .
One last thought for Day 365, with apologies to Robert Traver who was writing about fishing, but I'll paraphrase his quote:
“I disc golf because I love to; because I love the environs where it is found, which are invariably beautiful and I hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my disc golfing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because baskets do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will throw an ace; and, finally, not because I regard disc golfing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.”
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