Yeah, I titled it that so anyone not interested could toss it off without any loss of score on either side.  (No pun intended.)

We played disc golf last night.

In the dark.

And in mini hurricane situations.

Whether the hurricane situations were from the wind or the temper tantrums some of us nearly threw, will be a question that stays out on the course, and in the dark.

The owner of the local course, Evan Smith, announced this evening some time ago.  He threw a teaser out of pork tacos for anyone attending.

I had never played at night before; I was a little dubious about what kind of fool I’d make myself into.

I ordered lights for my discs.  These are special little flat lights that you tape to the bottom of your disc and turn on, obviously, so hopefully you can see where your disc lands up.

I gave it a test run here at our place several evening before last night and said, “No way.”

I basically lost my disc, right here in plain sight.

But I did find out that I had the lights on wrong.  I had them facing down, and it seems the proper way is to face them up, through the plastic, an on a fairly transparent disc.  Neither of which I had done.

When I heard of the possibility of hundreds of people being there, my heart nigh well fainted within me, and all my imagined distance drives flopped very unethically to the ground not more than 30 feet in front and off to the right of me.

But the idea kept hanging around in my mind, and I figured if I had gone to all of that work like Evan had, I’d want folks to show up.  So, I got a few of my family to join me there at 8:45.

I taped two lights facing up through the plastic, and one down on my Saint.  I wasn’t about to lose this one.  Josh gave it to me after hearing that I had lost my other one to the trees in Mcpherson.  This disc flies good.  I didn’t want to lose it.  I figured I’d use only one disc all evening rather than try to keep lights working several of them.

Bryce, on the other hand, grabbed the rest of my lights and had a regular Christmas light show going on by the time he had a couple of his ornamented.

But I get ahead of myself. 

We were only a quarter of a mile from our house when we saw the lights of town haze down.  “What’s going on?” I asked Jan.  About then my phone rang and Bryce says, “It’s terrible windy here.  If it’s that windy in town, there is now way we’re playing.  See what it’s like there and let us know.”

It was terribly windy.  I never saw an anemometer reading, but I’m guessing in the 20 m.p.h. gust range.

Some sort of insane thought process ran a jolt though me, (not uncommon at all if you ask the females I live with) and I called Bryce and said, “I’m going to play this.”

I guess beings they are some relation of mine, the insane idea took hold on them also. 

We tried a few practice putts, and I heard Bryce say, “This is hard.” 

“No it’s not,” I said, as I easily sunk a long putt.  But I think that was the only put of any acclaim for me.  It was like Bryce said, hard.  The lights on the baskets made you wonder just how far off or near you were. 

The wind was hilarious. 

We joined up with a couple of good folks from Copeland, Ryan Nightengale and his boy Jed. 

It turned into a super fun evening.  It was almost magical to see the disc’s fly off, distance soon became a myth, and the lights kept us glued to their mesmerizing flight of up and down and all around.  Some throws went phenomenal.  Some hit the ground, got caught in the wind, and rolled on into the moonrise, on and anon. 

We cheered even the weirdest throws, and gave it up for Jed when the wind caught what might have been a 50 foot toss and kept it going for a good 150. 

I doubled down in disbelief when Bryce boogied, and then like to wet myself when it kept rolling and rolling and I heard the groan of utter despair next to me.  And then he double boogied.  It doesn’t get much better than that. 

Scores ranged in the plus 4 to plus 10 range, which, considering isn’t bad, if you ask me, when you play in a wind like that and in the dark.

Due to the wind, the course wasn’t as full as I was afraid of, which was actually quite nice for my timid nature. 

Oh, and the tacos? 

Amazing.