Disc golf is the very sort of activity that I never thought I'd get interested in. It involves throwing things. It has the word golf in its name. It requires you to aim at things. It has the word golf in its name. Not my thing. Fortunately a friend and co-worker talked us into going over lunch and it did turn out be a good time. Such a good time, in fact, that I went out and bought all the equipment necessary to play (cost: $7). Since then I've been playing about once a week when the weather is nice (which in Minnesota isn't terribly often).

I suppose it's at this point that I should explain just what disc golf is, since most people still haven't heard of it. It's a game (note the denial of the sporting nature of disc golf) wherein competitors throw specially made frisbees at baskets. The competitors keep track of the number of throws it takes them to get the disc into the basket and then mock the competitor with the highest score. Not terribly intellectually stimulating, but a great excuse to walk through a park on a nice day. My park of choice is Acorn Park in Roseville.

Participants who are really good at disc golf can throw the disc amazing distances and with great accuracy. I can do neither, but at least I've stopped hitting my own shoes. More information on disc golf can be found at The Professional Disc Golf Association's web site. I've never really looked at that site, but its name indicates that it's probably full of good resources.