Golf, as invented in the Scottish countryside, used sticks and a ball.

Those old guys hit for a distant hole dug in the ground and added traps and water and hazards to make the game even harder than it is. They created a rule book and came up with tournaments and prizes to keep competition interesting and playing the game seem more noble than it actually is.  Hitting a small ball with a stick with a club head, and getting it to go where you want it to, is a devilishly difficult skill.

Frisbee golf, as reinvented in our time, has become popular. There is a frisbee golf course around this Fountain Hills Lake and there are eighteen designated holes, some par three, par four or par five. There are no traps but the goal is the same – get around the course in the fewest amount of strokes, or throws.

These guys are practicing for a Sunday tournament, and, by picnic benches, fellow competitors are stretching, taking their frisbees out of Wal Mart tote bags. These two contestants tell me there are many different sized frisbees for the many different shots they have to make in a round and let me try my hand at the game.

I give it a try and manage to land my frisbee in the little upright target.

There is room in this world for ” frisbee golf. ”

After a round of ” frisbee golf ” I expect everyone out here will easily be found at the ” nineteenth hole. ”

Drinking, after all, is one of the earliest entertainments we created to deal with our Earthbound situation.



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