Happy Birthday Dad!

Here’s a fun fact…

My Dad was who introduced me to disc golf.

I remember using DX discs. The classic stamps were very memorable even back then.

It was maybe around 1995-2000 at Zilker.

We played once.

I didn’t play again until after high school. 

Some of these discs below were his. Some I gave him over time. My mom asked me if I wanted his bag and discs.

Theres 3 Wizards in there. A couple nice DX Rocs. An Orange CE-ish Stingray with an X-out stamp. That’s definitely stuff I would have given him. 

He saw my first ace too. Hole 17 at Zilker. Around the big ole tree with a Star Teebird.

He was there to catch the football for me while I threw it for hours.

Rebounded the ball when I missed.

Sat in the bleachers.

Drove me to the games.

Taught me how to be on time(early).

We once spent a summer building stairs out of railroad ties.

Yup, he taught me that too.

Life has a weird way of circling back.

I knew today’s blog was going to be about my Dad.

I didn’t know I’d come home with his disc golf bag though.

Thanks Dad for always being there for me. Flat tires. Basketball games. All of it.

Best Dad in the world!