Yup, I’ve turned Jimmy Moore into a disc golf addict, all right. We played 42 holes the first day, then 45 the second day — we squeezed in the final nine after buzzing home from a rib joint before darkness set in. On the last hole, we could barely see where our discs landed.
When I woke up this morning, I learned that he’d already been outside practicing for the day’s rounds. So we played nine before breakfast, then another 18 after breakfast, despite the 95-degree heat. In the mid-afternoon, Jimmy kept looking out the window and suggesting that if the clouds we saw in the distance moved this way, it would probably cool off enough to play another 18 before we all head out to watch the fireworks tonight.
The clouds did roll in, so we went out to play. Two holes later, the clouds rolled back out. Well, what the heck, we were already out there, so we played a full nine in the blistering sun. Then another full nine. It was 99 degrees outside when we came back to the house.
Three days, 132 holes, most of them in 95-plus heat with high humidity. That’s what I mean by “addict.” I wonder how many of the Jimmy-haters out there could play 132 holes in this heat without fainting. I kind of wish one of them had been playing with us:
“Hey, guys, I’m starting to feel a little … a little … ”
“Ooooh, sorry you can’t stand up, buddy, but I’m afraid you’ll have to just lie there for awhile. Jimmy won’t carry you to the house because, as you’ve pointed out many times in the comments section of my blog, he’s a lazy sloth — and I won’t do it just because I think you’re an ass****.”
Jimmy is no longer The Bogey Man. He ripped off five pars in a row in one of our rounds yesterday evening, then tossed his first birdie in the next round. He’s now throwing as many pars as bogeys, with a birdie now and then. Like I said before, he may be thrashing me by Friday at the rate he’s going.
I’ve always thought of myself as the type who burns easily in the sun — that was certainly my experience in years past — but that doesn’t seem to be true anymore. We’ve spent hours in the sun, and despite not using any sunscreen I’ve just turned slightly brown on the arms and neck. Perhaps putting good quality fats back into my diet has made a difference.
Jimmy’s wife Christine captured a good chunk of one of this morning’s rounds on video. Just for grins, I uploaded it to YouTube. If you want to watch in hi-rez on YouTube, click the YouTube button on the player.
Happy Fourth of July.
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