Zen and the art of disk golf

I just got back from my weekly session of frisbee golf, having shot only ten over par for eighteen holes. (This is my personal best. I suck; I'm getting better; I enjoy it regardless). We'll be playing this course once more before we move to the next one in rotation -- which is nice, as the holes on this course are generally built for someone whose disks fall left, as mine do whether I want them to or not.

One of our group got pissed off and went home after nine holes. He was doing poorly (but only relative to his skill level -- this guy is probably our best player). I suppose if playing wasn't serving to relax him, it was just as well that he went home, but I'm still wondering: what the hell? We're not paid millions of dollars to play this game, it's just a decent bit of exercise. I suppose I don't have as much of my self-esteem tied up in this as he does.

Anyway, *I* had a good time -- and with my handicap, I may have a shot at actually winning our penny-ante pot next week :>