The Fall

In an effort to fill the massive amount of time before today’s wedding I went to play frisbee golf at a park nearby. It was only 9 holes, but seemed like a good time waster and I haven’t played in a long time.

After a decent 9 holes (+2 for 9 holes, not bad for a year off) I decided to play a second round. On the second hole I threw a high disc and it landed in a tree about fifteen-twenty feet off the ground. I shook the tree mightly and it did not fall. I resorted to the old “knock the stuck disc out with another disc” trick. First throw and the second disc got stuck right up next to the first one.

I shook with more gusto to no avail. In fact on the second shaking go around the branch I was holding tore in half (I should have paid more attention to this incident).

I was getting pretty angry (i had headphones on so I didn’t hear myself cursing, but I was). I opted to climb the tree. This wasn’t an easy thing to do. The tree was covered with spikes, making holding onto it a pain. It was difficult to climb for other reasons too. It was intertwined with several smaller trees (spikes every where) which left no real easy path up. After a switch ten foot climb I had to circle around the tree.

I hung from one branch, grasped onto a branch to the left, hefted my around a small intwined tree and was hanging from the branch looking for footing when it cracked and then fell, with me attached.

I landed on my feet and fell backwards onto of many spiky branches.

I was very angry now and a good deal of blood covered my left hand. I grabbed the water bottle I had and hucked it into the tree trying to dislodge the frisbees. It just got stuck itself (I’m not kidding). I grabbed two branches in each hand and shook with all my might. This time all three objects came down.

Upon cleaning my hand I found the scratches to not be too bad. But it does feel like someone stomped on the back of my left hand. I took ibuprofen to dull the pain (making a fist hurts). I have scratches up and down my arms and a cut on my right calf (I’m guessing that a spike when through my jeans).

But I got my frisbees.