The pizza place I bartended at in college had a weird "floor/kitchen" vibe in that all of us that worked the floor were college kids and all the kitchen and delivery drivers were townies. The townies invited some of us to "hang out" one day and we ended up going to the pool at Albert Oakland. A few of us went to "frolf" at some point. I thought it was the dumbest thing I'd ever wasted an afternoon doing.
A little later I ended up on a dumb trip to Kansas City where we went really early in the morning to get line tickets for a Who concert and stayed for a Royals game, so we had hours and hours to kill. We were driving around Swope park when my buddy noticed some "weird B-B-Q grills." The discs I bought from the first disc golf trip were in my trunk, so we got out and played. It was still dumb, but it wasted some time and it was free.
For the next five or six years, disc golf was a "I'm so bored I'm going to slip into a coma but I'm broke" fallback activity.
At some point I was in a job interview at a parks department and they asked me about disc golf since they had a course. I B.S.ed like I was a player. They hired me.
At that point I was in charge of running events for a bunch of disc golfers who I quickly learned were going to show me no human decency unless I could B.S. them into thinking I was a player as well. So I started playing out of self-defense, but just enough to keep the ruse going since I still thought it was dumb-dumb-dumb.
I had that job for five or six years. I pretended to be a disc golfer for so long that somewhere along the line I accidentally became a disc golfer. Now I play mostly for the social element, because 20 some-odd years later I still find the game to be pretty dumb. I'm still waiting for that "I love this game" moment.