So my disc golf obsession is netting some good results in the 'staying active and dropping weight' and the 'Earth's sun is in fact a thing' departments.
Today I was out throwing and ran into a former world champ and legend of the game, along with his camera guy. I was not looking forward to it though, because he seemed like a douche from what I had seen of old tournament footage. Struck me as kind of funny that I was like, "Ugh, not this fucking guy" when I run into one of the best to ever play the game I'm newly obsessed with.
I knew there was gonna be some douche chill when I played through, and I wasn't disappointed. I had an approach shot to make, but him and his camera guy were taking forever at the basket doing whatever douchey camera stuff. Finally they signal me by (the etiquette for playing through in disc golf is basically the same as golf), but dude is standing like 5 feet from the basket and leaves his discs sitting on the ground in the line of my throw, which is fairly rude.
I throw a mediocre shot up close to the basket, walk up and greet them with a smile like a normal human, and *crickets*. I comment about the incredible January weather. Camera guy grunts something unintelligible. I get to my disc and right in front of it on the ground are the Champ's discs, with his name on them all custom and fancy and stuff. They continue to stare at me from five feet away from the basket. I finish the hole, say "have a good one" to no response whatsoever, and go on playing. I was pretty happy not to acknowledge in any way the fact that he was a champion.