So This Happened, or, Funny How Stuff Goes, in Two Parts
Sunday, I played Nevin with 4 of my buddies. They were running late. As I warmed up at the practice basket, two other guys pulled in. All of us waiting on late-comers.
We start chatting about putters, as tends to happen in these scenarios, right?
I tell them the story of how I lost my 1991 2-Chain Aviar back in 2017, and how it's been a real pain trying to figure out what to use in its stead. I've tried all kinds of stuff. Eventually settled on Wardens. Then I lost my two, in the same day, and once again: Tailspin.
So one of the guys says something like, "Our buddy found one of those Aviars, I think. He can't throw it, though. No name in it, so he just keeps it around..."
(Lest anyone start making mental leaps forward, just stop. This is not That Kind of Story. But it's close...)
Anyway, the third friend shows up, and within a minute, I'm staring at a 1991 2-Chain Aviar! Took my breath away for a second. I immediately walk to the guy (he's still unloading his gear) and offer $20 for it. He accepts. I'm about to run to the ATM, when one of MY buddies finally shows up, and I bum the cash so these guys don't have to wait on me.
So now, I have The Perfect Disc back in my bag. The day - hell, the YEAR - is a huge success as far as I'm concerned. I know that there are some who would pay (or charge!) a good bit more for the disc. For me, it's not about what it may be worth. It's about restoring balance to the Universe, and about having a putter I can trust again. If anyone here feels like I 'worked' the guy, please know that the $20 offer just leaped out of me, and he didn't hesitate, so I ran with it. And it will never be anywhere but in my bag or in a basket.
So ends part I.
Later, on one of the last holes (forget which one, exactly), we're looking for D's disc in the rough. We found it eventually. But in the process, I found a Diamond. "Easy To Use Fairway Driver." Says it right there on the thing. And it has a name and phone number.
So I text the number from home later: "Hi, Alex. Found your disc at Nevin. Happy to send it to you or meet up in CLT, etc."
Alex writes back, "Oh, did you find my Panther?"
I send a photo. Nope, not a Panther.
"Wow. Dang. I bought that one right after I lost my Panther!" And so on. Then, the next day, Alex says, "If you don't mind, I'm going to give my buddy your number. He lives in CLT and maybe you guys can catch up. If not, just keep it."
I'm digging Alex. Very easy guy to get along with, right?
I text back all the stuff Alex needs to know, so that his buddy can reach me or find me at a course. "Anything I can do to help, man."
"I'm a girl, btw, LOL."
So now I'm embarrassed. Stupid assumptions!
Then, while I'm gathering my not-insubstantial political-maneuvering-language, she texts: "Hey, I didn't realize we both know Jake! I'm on the phone with him now..."
"Sorry, Alexandria. Um, I know several Jakes. Give him my number if he doesn't already have it." See, I wouldn't ask for someone's last name in this situation. Feels intrusive, somehow.
As it turns out, she had no problem sharing the last name, and of course, it was one of my 4 good buddies I played with that day.
Dude was with me when I found the thing, but I guess he probably didn't see the name, or if he did, it didn't register...
End Part II
The number of people playing Disc Golf grows by leaps every year. Somehow, though, that DG world seems to be getting smaller and smaller...
Trippy, right? What a Sunday. (I threw +4 for the day, from the short tees. Felt good about it, but really don't care in the face of all this other Cosmic Goodness. Jake threw like -4, I think. He has ninja skills.)
Thanks for giving me the forum in which to tell these stories. Lord knows, my wife is sick to death of them.