Part 2 of 'Knockin' on the Wrong Door', and the latest on Me!

The main point of my last post, though I rambled away from it, is this: If the PDGA or John Duessler think that getting 7,000 people worldwide to sign up for a live webcast of disc golf's most prestigious event makes more than a tiny ripple in the sea of mainstream media and deep-pocket sponsors, they are mistaken. We're still several levels beneath dog shows and synchronized swimming in terms of public awareness. And this is really just a small example of the larger misconception. I've said it before and I'll say it again: If disc golf ever attains large sponsors and TV coverage, it'll happen from the ground up, not the other way around.

If we find creative ways to get more people playing the sport casually, and more casual players competing in leagues and tournaments, the rest will follow.

Last round (for a while) a good one?
Today, I see an orthopedic surgeon to finally address my shoulder injury. If he tells me to shut it down for awhile, I at least got one last round in. Yesterday was Gregory's b-day, and we met at DeLa for a mid-morning round. The weather was a bit brisk with no wind- perfect for disc golf at DeLaveaga.

Gregory hadn't played for more than a month, and the rust was evident early. No disasters- just drives slightly off and putts he normally drills sliding out the side or just missing high or low. An early highlight was an upshot throw from his back (no kidding) on hole 4 after hitting trees early left. He heated it in the second half, proving that it was indeed just rust and not diminished skills.

And speaking of diminished skills, I made a point of telling G not to expect the game he's used to seeing out of me, due to my shoulder problems. I then proceeded to nearly birdie hole 1, birdie 2 with a nice legal leaning putt (what others call a jump-putt), drive past the basket on 4 (missed the short but technical birdie attempt), and birdie 8 and 8a. After that, pars until bogeys on 12 and 13 followed by a birdie on 15. And the the fun began for BOTH of us.

After bogies on 16, neither of us bogeyed the rest of the way. We had four star frames (19, 21, 24 and 26a) and I finished at -7. Normally that'd be good for me but not great, but compared to how I've felt and performed the past four months, it was amazing! The birdies on 26a were especially delicious. Gregory essentially parked it - not an easy thing on that tricky hole - and I nailed my third legal lean-putt of the round. Maybe I should cancel the appointment today . . .

knockin on the wrong door

Being at ground zero, so to speak, it was obvious that PDGA communications director and others worked extremely hard to make the first live broadcast (webcast) of a disc golf event (the USDGC) a big success. And I must say, from a production standpoint, they hit it out of the park. I watched the the broadcast team live before and after (and a little bit during, waiting to tee on hole 3) my rounds. But on Thursday, after my round was over, I went back to my hotel room to change and eat, with the intention of heading right back to the course to catch more of the action live. But I never returned that day.

Once I pulled the live feed up on my laptop, I enjoyed it so much I just stayed in my room and watched it for three hours! After all, I can watch disc golf action anytime, right? I thought the course came across as a disc golf version of a manicured private ball golf course (some will say that's a good thing, some won't). The event appeared very professional, with the many spotters with their red and green flags adding greatly to the effect. Looking at the players collectively, the impression was that they appeared more recreational than professional, but I can't say why. I mean, what is a professional disc golfer supposed to look like, anyway? If our sport ever did reach that upper echelon with big corporate sponsors, million dollar purses, and television coverage, what would a professional disc golfer look like? (Warning: Digression Alert)

It's easy to picture a hybrid version of a PGA Tour ball-golfer and our current 'pro' look, with Salomon, Keen, or (New Balance or) Bite shoes, long shorts, dri-fit polo shirt and hat or visor? Or might it look more like Nikko Locastro (the guy in the picture)? He's got three things that give him a unique look: the big 'fro, the tube socks pulled up to the knees, and the fact that often those tube socks are often of different colors. And that unique look may be what gets disc golf the exposure it needs to get over the top.

In terms of awareness, a sport needs to do something noticeable just to get its foot in the door. It's much easier to keep or hold attention that to attain it in the first place. But I digress . . .

My point is that there is a school of thought among some of those involved with the National Tour that if we can just get the sport on TV, everything else will follow. And, led by John Duessler, they trumpeted the webcast as a seminar moment in the development of the sport before the fact. What's more, after the fact they glowed about the fact that 7,000 different people signed up to watch the webcast. I'll admit that the extra fact about those people being in 22 different countries was really cool, but only 7,000 people? I don't think potential 'big fish' advertisers and sponsors are impressed by that number.

I do think disc golf has a big future, but I think it'll likely happen a little differently than that other school of thought. Check back soon, and I'll finish the thought.

Two weeks after my return from the USDGC in Sow' Care-lina (I was taught how to pronounce it properly by three ladies at the Chile's bar while there), and I still have not thrown a disc. This is almost entirely due to my shoulder issues, but the overwhelming nature of my new day-job has something to do with it as well. I gotta say, even completely healthy addictions can have painful withdrawals.

I drove to DeLa a few days ago to re-pay Mark K. money he loaned me for collector Roc's at the USDGC, and the pain I endured had nothing to do with my shoulder. I was on the outside looking in, driving past holes I've played more than 1,000 times, seeing friends and strangers alike enjoying the warmth of the day and the greatness of golf. Realizing I'd miss the Faultline for the first time in more than a decade made me melancholy, and got me worrying for the first time: "What if my arm never returns to it's awesome and perfectly happy state of average-ness?"

I'm at a point (and I've mentioned this before) where my thirst for competition at the highest level may finally be quenched. I've won tournaments, played in the most prestigious event, and had a stretch (around 2006) where I had at least a 50-50 chance of beating anyone at DeLa this side of Bobby Hill. But my thirst to periodically (twice a week- is that so much to ask?) immerse myself in a round of disc golf is as strong as ever, and right now I can't. It's tough.

As soon as next week I'll finally get the chance to let a doctor check me out, so at least the unknown part will maybe be cleared up soon. But shoulder be damned, I'm going to try to play this weekend. It'll be like a tall, cool drink of water for the guy crawling through a scorching desert. And like that guy, I'll probably gulp it down and wish I hadn't.

Triumph of a 'Younger' Gun

Another new wave of young talent has made its mark on the disc golf scene, with the legitimacy of a major championship to make it official. Nikko Locastro, at age 19 (or maybe 20- I'm too lazy to look it up), charged from four strokes back of former champ Dave Feldberg and three behind reigning champ Nate Doss to win the 2009 USDGC.

Nate was the first to cut into Dave's lead early, cutting the three-stroke lead to one before succumbing to Winthrop Gold's OB rope again and again. Then, after a slow start, Nikko began racking up birdies on hole 4 and never seemed to take his foot off the pedal. On hole 10, a par 4 bunkr hole that makes players choose between trying to carry 430-plus feet to the green with a chance for eagle or laying up short left in the narrow fairway, he missed his first attempt to drive the green, but succeeded the second time, then made the putt for a birdie. Under bunkr rules, he didn't get charged a penalty stroke for the miss, and his resolve and confidence on the tee paid off. Nate, in contrast, missed in his attempt to drive the green, then opted to play safe with the short layup. And it seemed to continue like that the rest of the round. Other tidbits:

• Josh Anton came from the third card to take third place by shooting a course record 53 (15 under par). He was 15 under par after hole 16, but only managed par on 17 (the potentially round-killing island hole) and 18.
• I heard tales about the way Harold Duvall tweaks the course each year, and I can't help but wonder what will be in store next year after the top players really carved up Winthrop Gold. There were quite a few rounds where players were double-digits under par and bogey-free or had only one or two flaws
• I can't help but think of Nikko as the Shaun White of disc golf. His big white man 'fro and goofy attire (unmatched knee-high socks) could end up being a draw as sponsors aim for the 15-25 market.
  

Quick hits on Day Three

• Nate closed the gap to one between him and Feldberg, then lost two strokes on 17 and 18 (one each hole, by going par-bogey (OB). So he's trailing by three going into the last day, tied for second with Nikko Locastro. I'll be following them the whole round , happy to be nothing but a spectator tomorrow.
• After my round today, I went back to my room to change and watched some of the live coverage on my computer. The simulation of a professional ball golf event that the USDGC strives for was eerily apparent in the coverage. You see the manicured grass fairways, the numerous tournament volunteers spotting, with the rd and green flags, and galleries just big enough to call them galleries. My only mixed mixed feeling about this is the fact that I'm proud of the fact that most good disc golf course, in my opinion, don't resemble ball golf courses at all. They wind they their way through woods and over mountainous terrain, not through genteel grassy parks. But still, the coverage was pretty cool, albeit noticeably a nit amateurish. But the people involved did their best, and I was impressed.
• I almost thought I was watching a telethon, they pitched the viewers for donations so often. I think it almost became a crutch when they couldn't think of anything original to say.
• On 13, the famous '888' par 5, I can proudly say that I parred it yesterday and might have today, if the clouds hadn't opened up and started pouring on us before I could putt out. When I began to address my 23-foot par putt there wasn't a drop, and by the time I had a chance to putt, it was pouring. Still, my total of bogey, par, bogey on that hole, without ever throwing outside of the ridiculously narrow fairway and island green, was one of the few things I can look to with a modicum of pride.
• One of the others is the 30-foot, steep uphill par putt on 18 to end my tournament. End on a good note.
• I got to play with two Finnish players, Kai and Janne, and guys from NC, WV, Georgia (Pete May, a very cool 68-year old with a $600 Stetson hat made from 2o percent beaver, and no one I knew before we started.
• The two things that make the USDGC special, in my opinion, are the course design that makes great use of OB/Bunkr rope, and the abundance and coordination of volunteers.
• Although it strikes a blow to my ego, I'm happy to see our sport having grown to the point that probably 50 players have the skills to compete at the top level. The blow to my ego part is the fact that I'm no longer in the same area code as these guys. But I'll get over it. The cool part, though, is that at its core this is still golf, and having the raw skills to win an event like the USDGC and actually doing it are two very different things. I watched plenty of guys throw as far as Nate, and routinely can 35-footers like they were 20-footers. But to win the USDGC, they need to pull off these feats with a level of consistency that just amazes me.
• I don't think I've seen one tye-die shirt all week
• Watch the live webcast tomorrow if you can. It should be epic.

The Fan Experience

So far, my USDGC experience has been from the player experience, although I'm stretching that definition a little bit. With rounds of 85 and 86, I've felt much more like the guy that got to play by helping run the Masters Cup than the guy who missed qualifying by a stroke three years in a row.

But after finishing my 8:00 AM round by Noon, then grabbing some good Carolina BBQ (actually, it's OK but nothing special, in my opinion), I headed back to to the course to follow Nate around during his round.

I sheepishly admit to feeling a little bit of shame, thinking that everyone knew I was either a spectator and nothing else, or a player that sucked enough (relatively speaking, of course- this is the USDGC) to have a tee-time early enough to be done already. But I really enjoyed the spectator experience at this event, and the difference between the USDGC and any other event I've ever experienced is quite noticeable. Volunteers are everywhere, including a very impressive number of grey-haired, non-playing disc golf aficionados. It got me wondering- what is it about other part of the country I've been in where older generations seem to get it about the benefits of disc golf, even though they don't play themselves? Are they simply more supportive of their younger relatives? Do they possess wisdom that their counterparts in California do not? Maybe tomorrow I'll ask a few questions and get to the bottom of it.

Since I happened to be in South Carolina during the USDGC, with time on my hands, I decided to follow Nate's group and support ol' Bobby Hill (along with his Mom and Stepdad Mark K.) in his effort to defend his USDGC title. And being the narcissist that I am, my thoughts of these top-ranked players kept coming back to what a gap now exists between me and they world's best. At first the thought is kind of a bummer, but then it sort of justifies spending three hours walking the same course I just played to watch someone else play. I mean, why would someone do that if not to see things done I can't do myself?

Nate is in third place right now, 15 under par and five behind the lead. Some of the shots I saw him execute (and the others in the group) were simply amazing to me. The arm speed they generate makes it clear they are dealing with a whole different deck of cards. And that makes it quite fulfilling to be nothing more than a fan- for a while,anyway.

I was tied for the lead, and then the tournament started

The warm fuzzy feeling I got from being part of this event - the USDGC - was actually potent enough that it still hasn't completely worn off, even after a first round where I nearly averaged a bogey per hole. As a matter of fact, I wasn't really keeping track, and was shocked when I added it all up. It didn't seem that bad! Feldberg and Schwebbee both shot -9 fifty-nines to grab the first round lead, but players are lined up behind them, including Nate at -5.

I got to play with a good mix of guys today- Kai from Finland, US Am champ this year Blayne, and Al 'Sugar' Shack, an acquaintance from my days hanging with Michigan dg-ers a decade ago. Everyone was upbeat and mellow, which made things more enjoyable for certain.

I wish I could blame my hideous +17 on the fact that the course is designed in such a way that it's more difficult for people that can't throw 400-plus feet. While this is true (as it is for any course with reasonably long holes), Winthrop Gold provides ample opportunity for a player to shoot par, as long as he/she can throw 300 feet. The design is great in that regard, and even somewhat friendlier to left-handers. So no excuse there.

I also wish that I could say that my injured shoulder is the cause of my high score, but that really isn't true either. Only on the par 5 hole five, where I made the ill-fated decision to try unsuccessfully three times to throw over a large expanse of water in a way that my arm can't handle right now, was it much of an issue. Every other time my feeble arm came into play, I had another option that I opted not to opt for. So no excuse there, either.

But tomorrow at 8 AM presents another opportunity, so we'll see. But I'm running out of excuses.