Disc golf provides some insight into our culture. It is wrapped in the same indulgences and distractions that are typical of most of our pursuits. The preoccupations with gear and distance are particularly reminiscent of our cultural materialism and excess. The childish obsession with alcohol mirrors the common mindset of a society that increasingly refuses to grow up. There is much delusion too, and the lust for distance seems more connected with comparisons to professionals than with a desire to improve one's personal scores.
I am not an experienced or a good player. I cannot throw far. I cannot putt. I have played about a dozen times in the last couple of months, once before then, about five years ago. With a few days notice, a friend recently announced that he had entered me into a tournament that took place last weekend. I was not eager to participate, but he had paid, so I went. Among the entire field of players, I was the only one without a bag. I carried three discs; one given to me five years ago, one I found in a bush, and a putter that I bought the night before the tournament.
I am not a good or an experienced player, but my time at the tournament served to illustrate that disc golf is really two games. There is the game of throwing discs at a goal, adhering to a few basic rules. This game is very enjoyable, and can support high levels of skill and success with very few discs. Then there is the game of accumulating stuff, of chasing distance unusable on the course, of exuding an "image", of little-minded adherence to rules with no competitive or meaningful application. In other words, the pure game and the commercial game. When I played what I felt was the real game of disc golf amid a commercial tournament, I enjoyed the courses and the chance to learn from players who were better than I am, but I also felt profoundly lonesome. When my placement in the standings entitled me to $124 of merchandise from a DG pro-shop, I felt tempted by something very near a devil, and went home empty-handed.
I will play the game. Not in tournaments. Not carrying anything I do not need. I went back to the pro-shop and redeemed my winnings in behalf of a few friends who want to give disc golf a try. A couple of discs each. They have never played you see. I will be their teacher. We'll be out there, lighter and lighter, and watch the flight of a disc. Mostly into trees I guess.