Jake taught me how to play disc golf on Friday at Water Works Park. It was a good time – easily the best part of my week. Hole #6 was a special treat. One of the maintenance workers came out to drop off a port-o-potty. We’re getting ready to “tee off” on the cement slab, and he drops off the shitter right where we’re trying to throw. The best part – he was COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS to the fact that he was impeeding our game. He strikes up a conversation with us about…well…I’m not really sure. Between the cigarette, 6-7 missing teeth, and a thick hick accent, I was unable to discern most of what he was saying. Regardless, it was a pretty sweet experience…especially including Jake holing out a 186-foot approach shot on #16.
Here’s the photo evidence: