Well, I can mark off another sport that I have played from my list, although I never really thought I would give this one a try.
Now, the list of sports I have played is long. Everything from baseball to table tennis and in between. But there are a few that I haven’t had the chance to try. Cricket. Lacrosse. Curling. Jai alai. Log rolling. Jiggly ball. (Okay, that is a made up game from Scrubs). Disc golf.
Wait a minute. Did I say disc golf? Strike that one off, because I am no longer a stranger to this unique take on golf.
Disc golf. Or Frolf, if you will. And to beat it all, I only had to go to Corbin to play.
My buddy, Ed Hibbitts, was in from Ohio for the Easter weekend. I got a text from him on Saturday wanting to know if I had anything to cover. I didn’t, so he suggested a round of disc golf.
Always being one for a new adventure, I accepted. So off to Miller Park we ventured, to play the 9-hole Miller Park Disc Golf Course.
For those unfamiliar with disc golf, you have discs, like Frisbees, only slightly smaller. And they come in different weights. You have the heavier one for the drive, slightly lighter for your mid-range throws, and even lighter for putting. Ed even had a special made disc that was painted like Captain America’s shield.
So basically, you take the disc, throw it from the tee off spot, and try to get it into a basket anywhere from 220 feet to 330 feet away. Every throw counts as a stroke, just like in golf. Every hole at the Miller Park course is a Par 3, though this isn’t always the case at other courses.
Oh, and you’re not in an open field. No, there are trees and other obstacles in your way that you have to throw around, so it’s good to know how to throw backhand and forehand.
Having not thrown a Frisbee in quite a while, it took me a little bit to get the hang of this. Ed let me borrow one of his discs (he has a few in a carry case), a fire red one. And I decided to forego using the differently-weighted discs, staying with my driver.
After nine holes, Ed had a six-stroke lead on me, 37 to 43. This, of course, came as no surprise to me.
But I was getting the hang of it, playing the last three holes 3 over. My aim was getting better, as was my distance.
We decided to play 18, so that meant starting over on No. 1. Now, this hole is an elevated tee, with the basket 260 feet away, but pretty much straight. Ed, having honors, let his disc fly, but just as it cleared the edge of the elevation, it started to slice, in a major way. Of course, being elevated, we couldn’t see where it actually landed, though we had a good idea.
But once we got down to the valley, it was nowhere to be found. And believe me, we searched and searched, Spent about 10 minutes searching. You would think a pink disc would be easy to see.
You would be wrong.
When Ed finally gave in and resolved himself to the fact that his favorite driver was indeed MIA, we proceeded. But the loss had a profound affect on Ed’s game, as he took a seven on that hole, while I was able to par it. Suddenly, his six-stroke lead was down to two. From there, I continued to put the pressure on him, eventually tying him on the 15th. Heading into the final two holes, the match was still tied. But on 17th and 18th, despite sending a drive way, way of line, I shot a five on both holes, while Ed had sixes, which meant I won by two, 81-79.
Just like in real golf, anything can turn a good game into one you would rather forget. For me, that usually means breaking a club, or throwing one into a tree, or any other numerous abuse of equipment infractions.
But I have to admit, disc golf was pretty fun. I was a little out of shape, having to walk up and down several inclines, so I was sucking wind by the final four or so holes. And I started to wear a blister on one of my fingers on the hand I threw with (my right). But I hung tough, and in the end, came out the winner. Barely.
If you want to try something different, give disc golf a try. The only cost is buying the discs, and they aren’t that expensive.
Of, and if you are at Miller Park, and you find a pink disc, give me a call here at the paper, and I will see that it finds its way back to its rightful owner in Ohio.
n Just a side note here. Josh Harrellson was in London last Thursday as part of his tour to various state schools to talk to the students about the importance of testing.
He visited several county elementary schools, and later that night, held an autograph signing at the London Community Center. If you purchased a poster, he would sign that, and another item if you had one. I had no problem with that.
What I did have a problem with was that while at the elementary schools, students were able to buy his poster (for $20) and he would sign them. This was just wrong. The schools should not have allowed him to make money during those visits. In fact, he should have signed his autograph for free on pieces of paper for any student that wanted it. Or he could have had small 5x7 photos of him that he would sign and give away.
It was wrong of the schools to allow this, and wrong of Harrellson to do it.
Sports Editor Denis House can be reached by e-mail at email@example.com.