I'm playing Frisbee golf again.Is it black? I had a buddy that only used black 150g 86 Softies back in the day. He was fun to play glow with. :|
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I'm playing Frisbee golf again.Is it black? I had a buddy that only used black 150g 86 Softies back in the day. He was fun to play glow with. :|
That's awesome. :thmbup:I'm playing Frisbee golf again.
Does anybody else have this problem on Disc Golf Scene? Since PDGA numbers now have an extra number there is a woman with 111351 and numbers 113510-9 are all taken. People join leagues that register on Disc Golf Scene where the league person drops either the "1" in front of any of the numbers behind and voilà; there are results from a Woman's disc golf league in Ann Arbor on my profile. :\
Which is totally misleading; somebody would have to do some seriously heavy lifting to carry me under par at Bandemer Park. :|
Does anybody else have this problem on Disc Golf Scene? Since PDGA numbers now have an extra number there is a woman with 111351 and numbers 113510-9 are all taken. People join leagues that register on Disc Golf Scene where the league person drops either the "1" in front of any of the numbers behind and voilà; there are results from a Woman's disc golf league in Ann Arbor on my profile. :\
Which is totally misleading; somebody would have to do some seriously heavy lifting to carry me under par at Bandemer Park. :|
Also, there should be exactly NO heavy lifting to shoot under par at Bandy.
The girls say you make them "uncomfortable". :|Not for white, and certainly not red, but blue tees ain't no cakewalk.
Can't believe 3P's been visiting town to play in a league, and he never even asked me to join him for a round.
That's neither gritty or graceful. That's just rude. :|
It was simple back when it happened; the league coordinator left the 7 off the end of the PDGA number and linked it to my profile. The league results have the woman's name, though. I contacted the woman running the league about it years ago when it was happening, but she didn't fix it. Disc Golf Scene won't fix it. So there it is.A little further digging shows that those particular scores do not show up under her profile, so I am guessing the League Coordinator fudged a number somewhere, when entering here PDGA number to link her profile to the league.
The girls say you make them "uncomfortable". :|
I do the exact opposite; when I don't know the course I strip down to a minimalist bag of 6-8 discs and try to keep things simple.When I don't know the course I use my cart with my bag that has about 24 discs in it.
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113517 is the PDGA # of the Ann Arbor women in question.
I have not had any issues.
A little further digging shows that those particular scores do not show up under her profile, so I am guessing the League Coordinator fudged a number somewhere, when entering here PDGA number to link her profile to the league.
Looks like they dropped the "7" when entering scores. That's what you get for having such an early number.
I knew a guy that joined like 12 years after me; he joined while stationed in Europe in the Army and got one of the four digit numbers they held out for European players. :\ I think it was the 8000's.Funny that you think an early has only five digits...
What would you consider only four?
... or three?
I was encouraged by every corner of the greater culture surrounding me in my youth to play that infernal game because I was a bigger kid and ya godda be tuff and **** like that. I was discouraged from two things I had a keen interest in doing because they were seen as weak and effeminate (music and tennis). Instead it was a steady diet of football this and wrestling that.
I absolutely remember seeing stars on several occasions from big hits. That was my brain sloshing around in my skull, but it's okay; it's character building. Am I right?
In 9th grade we were the scrimmage team in practice against varsity because at my small rural school there weren't enough bodies for them to pummel kids their own size. It's there day after day for months that led me down my first path of true depression. We don't raise quitters around here. You want glory and muscular manhood, don't you?
I did quit. And I did face many moments of "You're a big strong kid and football is good for you" from more than one adult at the public school I attended.
A guy across the street from me today had several big time concussions and injuries from being a very talented football animal. He was a key linebacker of a very good high school program around here. He had all daughters, but told me he'd never allow his boys to play football if he'd have had them. The injuries and mental problems are still haunting him to this day decades later.
Youth contact football is child abuse.
I know you've commented before on how bad you are at disc golf, but.... did you look up/do you know Bandemer? Bandemer Reds are about as brand-spanking-newbie-friendly as a set of 9 holes in the woods can be.Which is totally misleading; somebody would have to do some seriously heavy lifting to carry me under par at Bandemer Park. :|
I looked up Bandemer; I could totally bogey my way around that place from the reds. :|I know you've commented before on how bad you are at disc golf, but.... did you look up/do you know Bandemer? Bandemer Reds are about as brand-spanking-newbie-friendly as a set of 9 holes in the woods can be.
Yeah, there was this fun thing my high school did where the freshmen would scrimmage against the varsity in the afternoon during the varsity two-a-day practices. It was supposed to be helmet/shoulder pad walk through practices, but when I was a freshman the varsity hit us hard and the coaches laughed. The sam linebacker that year was Bo Sherrill; he went on to play at Mizzou. He was a mean SOB; any time I came back to the huddle from the "walk through" without having been laid out flat on my backside was a moral victory. A guard on offense had asked my sister out and she turned him down, so when I got sent in there on defense he would fire out of his stance full speed and knock me over. He would do it on plays where he wasn't even supposed to block me; the coaches would laugh. It was all just an exercise to see which of us were dumb enough to take the abuse.
I broke during wresting. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I ended up in the hospital; we had to ride a bus over from the Jr. High to the High School to go to wresting practice and I stepped off that bus and vomited every day until my parents (thinking I had some sort of stomach problem) took me to the doctor. None of them ever thought to question the fact that the wresting coach every day let the light weight varsity wrestlers kick my ass while he yelled at me for being slow and no good and the rest of the team laughed at me. It was so humiliating that I had a panic attack and threw up every damn day.
My sophomore year of football was significantly worse than my freshman year; we got abused the entire season instead of just during two-a-days. By the time it was over I was done; psychologically I was as beaten down as you can get. Depression was an understatement; I could barely function. I alternated between rage outbursts and weeks of just not doing anything. I failed to appear for wrestling. I was going to stop playing football, but the wresting coach stopped me in the hall to chastise me for not wresting and he said "You're no good a football, you are never going to play. When you graduate, you are going to wish you had lettered in a sport. The only way you are going to do that is to wrestle." Which...dude, you yelled at me for an entire season about how I sucked. Anyway, he pissed me off, I played varsity football the next season and made sure to hang out in front of his class wearing a letter jacket a lot. :|
Somehow this was supposed to build my character. It was complete B.S.
Now I'm mid-50's and my back is so messed up I can barely walk most days. My shoulders are destroyed. My ankles are shot. All so I could play football in high school? Not worth it at all.
I also only had daughters, but if we had a son he would NOT have been allowed to play football.
Also when the wresting coach retired there were articles in the paper about what a wonderful man he was and all this volunteer work he had done. I wonder if the volunteer work balanced off all the damage he did to people like me on his wresting team. :\