As I watched my #2 son play the final hole of the Texas States disc golf tournament last Sunday, I started to see him in a different light. Standing before me showing poise and well-honed technique was a young man who truly has grown up over the last four years of playing this often-humbling sport.
My boy was a mere pup of 12 years old when he played his first Texas States in 2008. He had tossed his first disc into a basket just five months prior to that big event.
He was instantly hooked! Soon disc golf would become more important than even flag football, another sports love.
Showing a poise that belied his 13 years, my younger son learned to endure the ups and downs of the sport the following year.
As they say, a bad day playing disc golf is better than the best day in school!
Last year saw a 14-year-old teenager standing tall among the much-older competitors.
My younger son was growing disc golf-wise in terms of distance, accuracy, strategy, and self-confidence.
Who could have guessed that four years ago the “simple” act of tossing a plastic disc into a metal basket would grow into a passion for my boy? He always had preferred team sports, excelling at football, baseball, and basketball. Yet here he was beating guys old enough to be his father.
These last four years playing disc golf have been wonderful for my younger son, despite the highs and lows, drives into trees, lost discs in the water, and missed putts. The friendships he’s made will last a lifetime as his skills continue to flourish.
I’m looking forward to watching and documenting that growth at many Texas States tournaments to come!