....When you get someones entire family into disc golf, and they go out more than you.
I have a funny little story about this.
When we built our course, nobody in the organization had any idea what DG was. I got a ton of questions from accounts payable regarding purchases, had to explain at length what it was etc for just about everything.
Our head of accounting was an older lady named Mary. Really nice woman, on the heavier side and in her late 50s I'd say. I convinced her to give it a try since she lived right next to the course and walks her dog a lot and gave her the 107 gram leopard I got for my kids to learn with since you need 0 arm speed to work it.
Within two weeks she had a bag, a stack of plastic that made mine look legit sad and baskets at the house. She is out literally every day on the course with her little dog and her husband and they are BEYOND OBSESSED. She ended up leaving the company a few months ago but I still see her out there a lot.
Fast forward a few months- I was watching Worlds a few weeks ago and Barsby made a sick drive on I believe 11 or 12 on the woods course and sent it past the green and into the crowd... Who do I see running for safety? Freakin Mary! I had to rewind it and pause the video, it really was her! I was blown away.
I thought I was obsessed and I clearly am, but sweet little old Mary has got me beat by a mile and it warms my heard to its cold, black cockles. Every time I see her out there or hear a story about her travels I feel so warm and fuzzy inside.