We’ve all been there: A perfect round getting spoiled by some unassuming picnic or impromptu cheerleading practice.
I get it; disc golf fairways are idyllic by nature. That’s kinda the fucking idea, right? But the sport isn’t quite at the point where national recognition is relocating family reunions. After all, this is still just throwing frisbees. So we have to contend with a whole lot of interference…some of it good, some of it bad.
But what if we told you that there was an upside to every round you’ve abbreviated on account of the brats? What if, these precocious little shits were secretly doing you a solid? What then?
Here are the four ways that those little jerks serve a purpose.