Jersey Mike

My friend Phil and I were “spoda” meet up yesterday morning to go throw our respective-first nine holes of disc golf of the summer- but somebody overslept and by the time he returned my call I was three cups of coffee deep into my morning routine at Nonna’s.

So we rescheduled to today. And it turned out to be an even better morning for a quick eighteen holes on the front nine of Creekside Disc Golf course in East Pennsboro. 

I’m by no means a pro. Not even a semi-pro.

In fact, even calling me a novice is giving me too much credit. I’m perfectly fine with knowing full well that I suck at disc golf.

But the great part about the game is that even if one sucks, it’s still a great time.

One of the main tenets of construting a disc golf course is that you may not alter the landscape other than clearing fallen brush and branches. 

Which is quite the contrast to the sticks-and-balls counterpart which clearcuts hundreds of acres of trees and land in order to create exclusive courses catering to the upper-crust.

Disc Golf knows no social classes or status.

Which is most of the reason why I enjoy it so much.

Getting outside- with some great people- and even better conversation- on a warm spring morning, just throwing disc and shooting the breeze.

Life is good…sometimes.