"Did you rent the park?" was his question. Of course we rented the park. What the hell did he think? After mumbling something under his breathe, he got in his truck and moved. But not out of the park, just to another lot. Then he got out of the truck and just stood in the middle of the street like he was waiting for something.
He was waiting for something:
Yes, he called the cops because we wouldn't let him play disc golf.
The cop who showed up didn't even waste my time. But it didn't stop the golfer from calling his friends and playing through our race. There were times when they got on the course and walked slowly because they just wanted to be assholes. And there were times when they throw their discs across the course.
I preempted their complaints by filing one of my own with Suffolk Parks and Recs. Plus I had to keep in mind that this was one group of golfers. All other groups that we met were all pretty nice. We just had to get the serious, semi-pro, very athletic disc golfers:
These are not the actual pictures of the golfers on that day but do capture the essence that I was going for. I am going to keep my eyes open for a disc golf tournament and plan on riding my bike through their course on that day. See how they like it.
Now I have vented. And I am spent.