Showing posts with label Sport. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sport. Show all posts

Sunday, 14 October 2012

A Fling In One

Disc Golf

 
 
Before you think I've taken leave of my senses and just started making stuff up to blog about, pop 'Disc Golf' into Google and have a slice of 'Itoldyouso'. The modern version of the sport started in the 60s but it's thought that the game was invented as early as the turn of the 20th century. It's now played worldwide and has it's own associations and tournaments. Admittedly my initial reaction was "Disc wha'? You're havin' a laugh!" but, once I digested my own slice of 'Itoldyouso', I decided to give it a whack.
 
I met Matt, the creator of Ashton Court Disc Golf Course, for a round. He explained that Disc Golf was very similar to regular golf except it uses frisbees and baskets. Prompted by my blank expression (I know nowt about golf) he went on to explain that, at each 'hole', you throw a frisbee at a target (a metal frame comprising of a basket with dangly bits of chain that direct the frisbee down into it) and the object of the game is to reach the target in as little throws as possible. Simple right? Wrong, I was utterly useless at it. I had to take a crash course in 'throwing', my instructor was quite encouraging (in other words, a massive liar).
 
A few holes in and I was marginally less dreadful at throwing but was picking up a technique quite useful for a beginner, ie letting go of the frisbee at a more opportune moment so it doesn't fly off and decapitate a pigeon. Along the way I witnessed some proper disc golfers at play and, man, can they throw! At one stage I could even hear the whirring of a frisbee soaring over my head. The more skilled players have collections of discs that are chosen, much like a golfer would choose a club, to reach the target more effectively. Discs can be different weights, depending on speed and control required. I learned that how you hold & angle the disc can manipulate it's direction as they curve in flight. An experienced disc golfer will have their own throwing style and technique for any given situation, including a 'run up' to give the disc added momentum. Mind you, I was still coming to terms with throwing it in the general direction I needed it to go, manipulating the direction is lesson 2 I guess...
 
The course at Ashton Court has been designed to challenge the players with targets hidden within wooded areas and over hills out of view. One target is next to a pond and, having been told that frisbees don't float, I felt the pressure not to land mine in the mucky water, it was cold and I wasn't wearing proper attire for wading. Luckily it landed
just short of the target on terra firma, phew! Many times it landed amongst nettles, in muck, within two feet of where I was standing (particularly shameful) but, gosh darn it, it always ended up in the target. My worst record was roughly 7 throws at one hole. My learned instructor's was 2 and his starting points were further away from the target than mine (to preserve my ego we didn't keep score). I learned that the average number of 'holes in one' are far higher than that of it's club and ball counterpart however I think I'd be happy with a hole in 6 at this stage...oh, and keeping it out of the nettles.
 
So if you're wandering about in Ashton Court and you see a metal frame with chains, it's not a deer feeder, it's a Disc Golf target. Go on, give it a whirl. Did mention that it's free?!
 

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

A League Of Her Own


Clifton Softball

I've noticed that my most recent posts are food and drink related. Not wanting to pigeon hole myself (or appear to be a greedy guts) I decided to try my hand at something active. I had a sniff around Google and found a merry bunch of sports fans who gather on Clifton Downs each Wednesday to play Softball. The e-mail invite that followed from 'The Fluffy Bunnies' conjured up thoughts of prancing through the grass throwing a spongy ball about. However, it ain't no "soft" ball. Where does the term 'softball' come from anyhow? It's like having a small planet hurled through the sky...and I thought Camogie was a health hazard.

Within minutes of standing 'outfield' I was transported via memory lane to schoolday PE classes where I ran away from any sporting equipment that was lobbed in my direction. So here I am, daydreaming on the edge of Clifton Down, when I get rudely awoken by one of my team mates yelling, "Catch!!" Jaysus, the fright when I looked up and saw a yellow Pluto flying towards my head. I ducked and feigned a lame catch type gesture until a fellow Bunny leapt in and whipped it out of my path. Right, going to have to pay attention. This is a matter of life or hole in head.

I slowly started to understand the goings on and eventually got a chance to swing the bat. I managed a comedy 360 and when I did hit the ball it was out leaving me to do the walk of shame to the sidelines. The team were very encouraging despite our pitiful score. I later found out that the Fluffy Bunnies aren't exactly at the top of the league so rocking up and meeting new folk is on everyone's agenda, which was exactly what I wanted to achieve. They even go to the pub to drink beer and eat chips, they're just like me but with mitts and bats.

On the first game I teetered between hating it and really enjoying it so I decided to go back and give it another shot. Week 2 saw the introduction of running for Sinéad Nua, I hit the ball and got to run to each base and eventually 'home'. I was met with a little applause by my new team. This game we won however I can't take any of the credit....well, maybe some. Hoorah, I am not deficient in sportiness!

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