Wisdom Wednesday – Disc Golf Expectations

Expect Nothing 2


We were walking up the 18th fairway and my doubles partner was pissed. For me, playing in the Saturday morning league was an attempt to get out and play some disc golf with other people instead of my normal early morning solitary rounds. For him, it was a way to earn beer money for the weekend. In fact, he had planned his whole Saturday around starting it off with winning that beer money.

As he was griping and complaining, I asked him what he was so upset about.

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