Inevitable: Reprise

I’ve mentioned my particular physical limitations due to arthritis before. Now it’s time to add yet another.

About 6 years ago my son Dan introduced me to disc golf, and I’ve written about it here. I’ve always had the drive to become good at anything I did: not necessarily the best, but better than most, and disc golf was no different. So I would watch endless videos that talked about this technique, or that flaw, or something else that would elevate my game. When something was consistently mentioned as important, such as the brace and the whipping action of the arm, I would focus on those things and ignore the other noise.

I got a lot better, but I consistently lacked distance off the tee. So a few months ago I started working with a coach. He identified a few basic things that were limiting my distance, and had me work on them. It was solid advice, so I was determined to master those changes.

I have a practice net at home, which means that I can throw discs whenever I want: no driving to a course or open field, and even more importantly in the very hot South Texas summer, I didn’t have to walk a lot to retrieve my throws. I would video these practice sessions, as I had learned that what I thought I was doing and what I was actually doing were sometime very different.

My determination to improve was in full gear. I would practice every day, and probably made 30-40 throws a session, and did at least one and sometimes two sessions a day. You see where this is going?

I have mentioned this tendency of mine to think that I’m still in my 20s and not in my late 60s. It seems I fell into this trap again.

After a while my right hip started hurting. Figuring I overdid it, I took a couple of days off to rest it, and it started to feel better. So I went back to practicing, but not as heavily as before. Nevertheless, it flared up again. Now I couldn’t ignore what was going on: I overdid it again.

I have a trip planned to visit Dan, and while I’m there, to play a few rounds with him. I wanted to be full-strength for that, so I stopped throwing backhands, which is what caused the pain. I haven’t thrown a backhand for about 5 weeks now, but the pain didn’t subside; in fact, it got worse. I’d wake up at night because my hip was throbbing, and even after taking some Alleve I still couldn’t get comfortable. It wasn’t resolving on its own.

So today I finally went to my orthopedist. They x-rayed my hip, and then evaluated my movement range and pain levels. It turns out that I have pretty bad arthritis in that hip, as well as an inflamed tendon. I had been thinking it was all a sore tendon from overuse, but of course, osteoarthritis had to rear its ugly head once more.

They gave me a steroid injection to help the tendon quiet down – it should help in a day or two. They’ve also scheduled some physical therapy next week to also address the tendon issues. For the arthritis part, they prescribed Meloxicam, which is a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug that I’ll only need to take once a day.

The thing that gets me is how I keep falling into the same trap: chasing some physical activity until it hurts me. I’ve always been above-average in sports and other things: good eye-hand coordination, fast reaction times, decent strength, good understanding of strategy… but I am still really bad at recognizing what is realistic as I get older.

I’m still going on that trip. I’m still going to play a few rounds of disc golf with my son. I’m just going to try to do it with a little more humility. I’m human, and I’m well past my physical prime. I have the additional limitation of a predilection for arthritis. There is no shame in any of this, but there is shame in the hubris that I can do things that I was able to do 30 or 40 years ago. I can’t outsmart nature.

Loyalties

I’m about to type a sentence that I never thought I would ever say:

“I will be rooting against the New York Knicks in the NBA Finals.”

If anyone had suggested to me that I would ever write those words in my 60+ years of being a basketball fan, I would have laughed them out of the room.

I was born and raised on New York sports. Both my parents and grandparents lived in the NYC area, and probably generations before them. My dad would tell me stories from when he was a kid of hopping on the bus over the bridge, and then taking the subway to Yankee Stadium, where he saw Babe Ruth play many times. He took me to many Yankee games as a kid, which cemented my loyalty to the Yankees. And we watched many Knicks games together as well.

I started following basketball, not just watching it with my dad, when I was around 10 years old. I was 12 when they won their first championship, with Willis Reed making his famous return from injury in Game 7 against the Lakers. Three years later they won their second, and last, championship. I was a Knicks fan for life.

Throughout most of the 70s and 80s the Knicks were pretty terrible – they had a few glimmers, but never got very far. In the early 90s the team looked much stronger with the team built around Patrick Ewing, but of course that was also the era of the Chicago Bulls with Michael Jordan. During Jordan’s brief retirement, the Knicks finally made it back to the finals, only to lose to the Houston Rockets. They remained competitive, but never reached the Finals again until 1999, where they lost to the San Antonio Spurs.

27 years would pass until they made it back to the Finals. A lot changed in the world in those years, and a lot changed for me: in 2008 I moved to San Antonio.

Supporting the Spurs is part of San Antonio’s culture. At first I still considered myself a New Yorker rooting for the local team. But over time, watching Tim Duncan, Manu GinĂ³bili, Tony Parker, and Gregg Popovich, I found myself becoming genuinely invested. Somewhere along the way, I stopped being a Knicks fan who liked the Spurs and became a fan of both teams.

For years this was fine; I could root for both teams, as they rarely played each other in a significant game. That changed this past year, when the NBA’s new in-season tournament, the NBA Cup, had the Spurs facing the Knicks in the finals. I thought that this would be a dream outcome – “my” team wins no matter what! But as I watched the game, I found myself excited when the Spurs scored, and getting a little nervous when the Knicks went on a run. I realized that I was a Spurs fan first, and a Knicks fan second. The Knicks ended up winning, and it brought me no joy.

Which brings me to the title of this post: loyalties. Sports are known for the particularly strong and fervent loyalty of fans for their teams. Most fans bases are local, and I was no exception.

I’ve been a loyal Knicks fan for over 50 years, and I still support them. But my loyalty has shifted to my new home town team: the San Antonio Spurs.

Spurs in 6!

“Yeti”

That’s the nickname that Jay Reading goes by. Who’s Jay Reading? Before last week I had no idea.

I registered for a PDGA tournament here in San Antonio: the Battle All Up In the Briars tournament at McClain Disc Golf Course. I sent a link to my son Dan, who is the one who got me into the sport a few years ago. He read through the listing, and noticed who was organizing the tournament. He responded with “Jay Reading is the man – super cool”, accompanied by a picture of a signed Yeti disc. Apparently Dan had gone to a disc golf expo in Boston and met him there.

I had no clue who this guy was. I don’t really follow the professional circuit, and certainly didn’t in the late ’00s when he was one of the best playing professionally. But I thought it was pretty cool that Dan knew who he was.

On the morning of the tournament, I met Jay and introduced myself. I told him my son was a big fan, and showed him the photo of the signed disc he had. I asked if I bought a disc, would he sign it and take a selfie with it and me?

Now if you’ve ever been to any kind of tournament, it’s a lot of work for the organizers, and disc golf tournaments are no different. But Jay didn’t hesitate – he agreed immediately, with this result:

Ed posing with Jay Reading, a professional disc golfer, and a disc signed by Jay.
Selfie with Jay Reading and signed disc

And it wasn’t just me – he seemed to connect with everyone there, even though there was a ton of other stuff going on.

They held a raffle to raise money for community disc golf programs, and one of the prizes was a hat from the Lazy Frog, a game store in Martha’s Vineyard where Dan lives that also carries a good selection of discs and other disc golf stuff. I texted Dan about that, and he told me that he had gone to the disc golf expo in Boston with the owner of the Lazy Frog!

Before I retired I got some NVIDIA swag for my kids, and Dan said to mention that he happened to be wearing the NVIDIA hoodie when he was talking to Jay. So I asked Jay if he remembered talking with anyone in an NVIDIA hoodie, and after a moment he said he did! He had bought some NVIDIA stock at some point, and thought that Dan worked there! It was crazy to have this connection almost 2,000 miles apart.

So now I’m also a Jay Reading fan: not for his disc golf abilities (although they are impressive – I watched some YouTube videos), but because he is a genuine person who seems to really care about what he does.

Disc Golf Tournament Play

Yesterday I played in my second-ever PDGA tournament. Let’s get the obvious out of the way: I didn’t play that well. But it wasn’t about winning, although I did try my best on every shot. It was about keeping myself challenged: I want the motivation to work on my throws so that I don’t embarrass myself any worse than I did in my first tournament, back in January. I thought I was pretty good but not great, but I learned the truth: I was terrible, compared to people my age who had been playing for longer. The most obvious shortcoming was my distance off the tee: I routinely needed 2 or sometimes even 3 shots to reach the others’ first shot.

One thing to note, though: when I used to play regular golf (you know, the kind that uses little balls) and there was a player in a foursome who was not as good as the others, more often than not I heard others berate the player for slowing them down. Not here, though: my group was supportive and encouraging, and never made me feel unwelcome. Amateur disc golfers seem to be much friendlier than amateur ball golfers.

After the tournament I decided to get serious. I started to record my throws on video, where I could review it afterwards. That was especially enlightening! When I threw, I tried to consciously control my arm’s position and angle so that I was moving it in a straight line forward, while also keeping my weight centered. The video showed the exact opposite: I was taking the disc from very low, and instead of just reaching back, I was raising it almost a foot above my shoulders. All that up and down motion both robs you of distance and makes consistency impossible. I was also doing a lot of back-and-forth swaying with my weight.

I bought a practice net, so I could work on my technique throughout the day, instead of having to set aside a couple of hours to drive to a park to practice. I got rid of my walk-up and switched to a standstill throwing technique to reduce variables. I watched videos so I could compare my throw to others. But what really helped was discovering this app: Snapdisc. This records your throws on video, but also lets you compare your form when throwing to a model set to correct form.

Demo of the Snapdisc app comparing throwing form against an ideal model
Snapdisc Demo

What’s even more impressive is that the app is free! So I would record some throws, reviewing after each to see if what I felt matched what the camera saw. Slowly I began to get better feel for what I was doing. And when I did go out to a field to throw, I was getting longer. Before I would typically throw 150 feet, with an occasional 175. Now I’m averaging 180 feet with the occasional 240-250.

Yesterday’s results were not all that impressive, until you compare to how I did in January. In that first tournament, I shot +65 over par over the 36 holes; yesterday I was +48. That alone was a big improvement, but they also were very different courses: yesterday’s course had a LOT of trees, and I’m sure I hit most of them đŸ˜†. I lost at least a dozen in each round to that.

The other thing that was great about the tournament was the guy who ran it: Jay Reading. I’ll write about that in a follow-up post.

A Decade Together

Ten years ago today, Linda and I formalized what we had already known for some time: that we were so much better together, and wanted to always keep it that way. It was so obvious that there was never a marriage proposal by either of us; we knew that it was what we both wanted.

Looking back, it seems that we were so young, even though we were in our late 50s:

Linda and Ed posing just after being married.
Just after being married, January 16, 2016

We may be older now, but we’re still going strong! Here’s to the next 10 years!

Ed and Linda pose for a selfie in downtown Fortaleza, Brazil, in October 2025
Ed and Linda in Fortaleza, Brazil, October 2025