- There are different kinds of Frisbees, like heavy ones for putting and thin ones for long drives.

- There's no sweeter sound than the jangle of those chains when your disc drops in.

- Yelling "fore!" after throwing the Frisbee will not stop people from getting mad about being hit with a Frisbee.

- Nine holes of disc golf is fun. Eighteen holes feels like too much. This is especially true when the ninth hole ends only a few feet from your car.

- Most contemporary excuse for poor play: "Wii Elbow."

- Use the amateur tee when you can't even cover the distance between it and the further-back pro tee in one throw.

- Keep your fingernails trim. Picking up a Frisbee too carelessly will halfway pry off a fingernail.

- Come on! Somebody throw already!

- Don't be ashamed to go with the pink Frisbee. It's all but impossible to lose in the brush.

- You've been out there four hours. Everyone else is just as tired and ready to quit as you are.

- If there is poison ivy in Florida, I'm infected as I type this.

- Kelly made friends with a really good group of people.


Seven Replies to Things I Learned About Disc Golf Today

Steve West | November 23, 2008
Any way to make this part of GooCon 2? I've never played but I can throw a frisbee like a sumbitch.

Amy Austin | November 23, 2008
I *love* Frisbee golf -- haven't played since college, though. One more good reason for GC2 in Florida. And yes... there is poison ivy.

Scott Hardie | November 23, 2008
It's on the ideas list for a future GooCon.

The last point is incorrect, since I already knew these people are good people, but it seemed nice to say.

Jackie Mason | November 23, 2008
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Amy Austin | November 24, 2008
Two afterthoughts on the above:

Yes, there is poison ivy in Florida... but I've never encountered it in Frisbee golf. Not sure I want to play the same course Scott is playing!

Great. One *more* thing to have to compete with Steve West at -- and discover that he is better. Yes, I see you writing your movie reviews... yes, yes, I see you RB champion.

Steve West | November 24, 2008
I can catch poison ivy like a sumbitch too. Don't even think of challenging me at that!

Amy Austin | November 24, 2008
Sweet. Good to know. ;-)


Logical Operator

The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »

Jacked

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Love, Scott

Today is my mother Joan's 70th birthday. I wish her all the happiness in the world, but the occasion brings me feelings of guilt, for I have nothing to give her. Partly that because of bad timing, since she's on a cruise with her boyfriend Andy at the moment. Go »

The Ten Best Films of 2010 That I Saw

10) The Other Guys - An offbeat and frequently hilarious comedy seemingly performed by the seats of the actors' pants. Its randomness may turn off some, but the jokes clicked for me. How nice to have a movie so reminiscent of The Naked Gun in the year of Leslie Nielsen's passing. Go »

Moved In

We are moved in and settled, or as settled as we can be with little money and way too much stuff for a two-bedroom apartment. The final move will come in April when we transfer to a house. We have our eye on a house in Ruskin, 30 minutes from here – four bedrooms, two-car garage, cable included, never lived in, all for $50 less a month than I pay now. Go »

Heart Burn

The recurring pericarditis that I mentioned elsewhere is now believed by my primary-care doctor to be heartburn or possibly an ulcer. The latter explanation is possible I suppose, but I'm skeptical about the former since it feels less like an acidic burning than like a sharp localized lower-chest pain such as a knife wound or bullet wound. Either way, it still keeps occurring every few weeks, it still hurts like a son of a bitch and keeps me awake all night, and I'm way beyond sick of it happening. Go »

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You were so still in your bed when I could finally sit down beside you, a few hours after the facility notified me that you had died. I hadn't seen you be that peaceful in years, your eyes not scanning the room for clues, your hands not turning over each object in front of you for endlessly repeated examination. I whispered to you the most urgent and most precious things I had to say, the secrets and atonements and wishes foremost on my mind. Go »