Dave was feeling adventurous this afternoon and took me Frisbee golfing. We went out to George Wilson Park. Quite shortly after hole number one, we realized I wouldn't be recruited for the Olympic Team anytime in the near future. The first three or four of my throws found Dave in the woods, hunting for my disc. Oops.
I'd like to say I eventually got the hang of it, but I didn't. My score after 9 holes, (we skipped hold number 8, so Dave gave me par!) was 57, with a par of 35. Again, I'd like to say I feel good about that score, but I don't.
Dave feels strongly that I should report his score of 40 for those same 9 holes. Please keep in mind however, he's done this course many times before, I was a newbie.
I'd be happy to report what I got on the "back nine" (I sound like a professional when I use the right terms!) but we came home instead. It was blazing hot out there, I have a baby resting on my bladder that was making me have to pee and Dave was feeling dizzy from the heat. (Or maybe...he just wanted the agony to end, and he's to nice to say anything!)
We had a great time, and I'm anxious to get back out there and improve my score.
I really think they should rent golf carts though.
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