EarthRocker
Birdie Member
- Joined
- Jul 31, 2018
1992 or 1993. Reedy Creek in Charlotte.
I can never remember the year exactly. My good friend John and I worked at a local restaurant together. And I know I went to Lollapalooza '93 while I worked there, so it had to be in that timeframe. Plus the fact that I lost my original 2-Chain Aviar just a few years ago, and it had a '92 date on it...
But I was the same as most others: couldn't throw the first time he took me out, and it pissed me off. I grew up throwing beach frisbees and was damned good at it. Figured it would be an easy transition.
It was decidedly NOT that. Everything hooked hard left, no matter what I tried.
But he talked me into going a scond time a few weeks later. To this day, I can't quite remember what he said to me that made me finally rip one that got flat and flew straight. What I do recall is the feeling of "YES!" when it did. And that was absolutely the Hook Moment. Haven't looked back, except for a decade from 1999-2009 during which I tried to learn to play the Other Golf. Thousands of dollars later, I gave that madness up.
Parenthetically, John and I lost touch from about 1996 until one day in 2019, my group and I were playing Plantation Ruins, coming up the fairway on #14.
Over the horizon, a random dude was jogging back towards us, heading from hole 15 back to #13 where (he sort of yells to us, as he's running by) he's forgotten a disc...
Barely glanced at him as he's passing me...and I just had a ZOINKS moment...and the reunion was ON. I get chills thinking about it.
Anyway, after all those years, it was like we hadn't missed a day. We play together as much as we can now. He's my sensei and my brother...And it all started at Reedy Creek. Or, at the friggin' Applebee's in front of the mall, if you want to be all technical about it.
I can never remember the year exactly. My good friend John and I worked at a local restaurant together. And I know I went to Lollapalooza '93 while I worked there, so it had to be in that timeframe. Plus the fact that I lost my original 2-Chain Aviar just a few years ago, and it had a '92 date on it...
But I was the same as most others: couldn't throw the first time he took me out, and it pissed me off. I grew up throwing beach frisbees and was damned good at it. Figured it would be an easy transition.
It was decidedly NOT that. Everything hooked hard left, no matter what I tried.
But he talked me into going a scond time a few weeks later. To this day, I can't quite remember what he said to me that made me finally rip one that got flat and flew straight. What I do recall is the feeling of "YES!" when it did. And that was absolutely the Hook Moment. Haven't looked back, except for a decade from 1999-2009 during which I tried to learn to play the Other Golf. Thousands of dollars later, I gave that madness up.
Parenthetically, John and I lost touch from about 1996 until one day in 2019, my group and I were playing Plantation Ruins, coming up the fairway on #14.
Over the horizon, a random dude was jogging back towards us, heading from hole 15 back to #13 where (he sort of yells to us, as he's running by) he's forgotten a disc...
Barely glanced at him as he's passing me...and I just had a ZOINKS moment...and the reunion was ON. I get chills thinking about it.
Anyway, after all those years, it was like we hadn't missed a day. We play together as much as we can now. He's my sensei and my brother...And it all started at Reedy Creek. Or, at the friggin' Applebee's in front of the mall, if you want to be all technical about it.