Lisa and I played a round of frisbee-disc golf todayâletâs reminisce.
I love the âlive performanceâ of sports, how you must physicalise
discipline. You get this instant feedback that you have to own and
lean hard into. The being present to adjust, the internalised mechanisms of performanceâthe âlivenessââis the most exciting thing about sports. And, of course, the one who does it best winsâthereâs a simplicity to it.
Being Sunday, the course was crowded with guys. Most of the groups were college teams of five or six guys. Since there were only two of us, we were playing faster.
I donât like going up to a group of guys and asking to play through.
They always let us but we get these appraising looksânot strictly golf relatedâthat you can feel. So we skipped around the guys and played open holesâstill playing 18âthey just weren't contiguous and it took a bit longer.
It was great to get out in the sun. The course was all rolling fairways, thereâs no grass greener and no sky bluer. I came in 14-under (straight brag). Iâm a little competitive, my ego loves to be placed in a hierarchy, and winning seems to give form to me, itâs such a pleasant and coherent narrative.
As we were leaving our escort Charles stepped away for a minute and a couple of Yale looking guys offered us a ride back to campusâwhich was all very innocent and chivalrousâto save us waiting for an Uber or somethingâI'm sure (we were all sweaty and looked like drowned rats).
âSure,â I thought, âletâs run off into the sunset.. not.â
But I said, âNo, thanks, anyway.â
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Songs for this:
Golden Boys by Res
Fruitcake by Subsonic Eye
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 04/13/25:
Reminisce = talk, think, or write about things that happened in the past.