Disc Review

I recently went frolfing for the first time. Frolf is the combination of frisbee and golf. I like when the name of an activity is the cultivation of the other activities it is comprised of. Makes me fell all warm and tingly inside. Anyway frolf is a very popular activity which may be why I turned my nose up at it for so long (I'm so counter culture, bro). But with my new found inner peace and tolerance, which I attribute mostly to reading The Art of Happiness by His Holiness the Dali Lama, I was totally open to giving it a try when my friend C-Lo, a frolfer from way back, invited me to come out with him.

I admit I was skeptical at first. Sure, I've heard time and time again from numerous friends and frolf enthusiasts that frisbee golf is mostly about hanging out with your buds (and beers), but I was a little befuddled when I arrived at the White Center course, or Chainbangers as the little clubhouse thing they have there is known. That's right. There is a clubhouse/pro shop where they sell all kinds of discs of various weights, shapes and sizes for various frolfing scenarios. Attached to the pro shop is a snack bar. I got an espresso and a snickers while Chris purchased some new discs. Duh. I'm a hella snacky dude. Then it was time for me to dive into the frolf scene. There was a real deal tournament going on that day so we made our way quickly to the first hole to avoid holding up the large party that was competing in the tournament. C-Lo knew I would suck at first. He was right. But don't hate, I guess everyone does. I know this because after three or four holes we ended up playing with three dudes and their dog, and they were all like, "yeah, I sucked at first dude. Don't worry you're gonna eventually rule". I don't know if I ever ended up ruling but I certainly got over my initial befuddlement.

My posse's on fairway

Like the time I went golfing with Court, I just couldn't figure out how everyone was so psyched on something that wasn't skateboarding. I know, I know, tunnel vision. Whatever. But also like the time I went golfing, I quickly became obsessed with putting my projectile in the nearby hole (always a good time). And just like it is truly satisfying to smash a golf ball, it is equally satisfying to hear the sound of a chain bang. Not that I truly know first hand.
The only weird thing that really happened was when I did eventually hold up some of the tournament dudes with my first time frolfer suckiness and one of the dudes got kinda aggro, complaining that they had been waiting for me for two holes. The old me would've probably snapped on this guy, but I was cool a s a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce, to quote the late Adam Yauch. I tapped into my compassion fund and moved along, enjoying the game for what it is with my new friends as well as my old one, Chirs. Frolf is supposed to be relaxing--it is the combination of two leisure activities for god's sake! But this one guy had a stick (golf stick?) up his ass and wanted to have his day ruined, so I obliged him, frustrating him even more by simply picking up my disc and opting to cruise to the next hole. What a chump. Word on the street is that the dude is a notoriously bad sport around the Seattle frolfing scene, always throwing temper tantrums and the like. What a herb. Anyway by the end of the gorgeous afternoon I had a better understanding of what C-Lo and others' obsession with disc golf is all about, and I am so down to go again.

So yeah, frisbee golf is actually pretty awesome to me, if you wanted to know. That is all. Carry on, or should I say, play through?