What a better way to start my blog here than by giving a bit of my history. I'll start with the very basic and move into where I am today. So this means if you want the juicy tales of marred rounds skip ahead a little bit.
I was born in Tucson Arizona in 1976. My mother had just left her husband (my father) after a long drawn out separation. My mother met who I call "Dad" the same year and he adopted myself and my two older brothers. A year and a half later my younger brother was born. Life was grand and we grew up as most boys our age did. We played baseball, soccer, and whatever else our parents felt we should enjoy.
In 1985 my mother and father separated and after much decision my father decided to raise the four boys. This was difficult for the three older brothers being as we all were not related to our father by bloodlines. My father did his best and took care of us. As boys will though we had our share of troubles. In my oldest brother Jeff's senior year in high school he moved out and decided to live with a friend. Upon graduation he went into the Marine Corps. My older brother Jack got into some trouble and moved to Wyoming to live with family there. This left my younger brother and I to live with my father and his new soon to be bride.
During this time my younger brother and I would spend summers in California with my mother. I was a young skate punk and got into more than my fair share of trouble. In 1992 my oldest brother Jeff was accepted into embassy duty in the Marine Corps a fairly big honor for someone who had been enlisted less than two years. On leave to visit family before the change in jobs my brother was in a car accident and was killed just outside of Casper, Wyoming.
This screwed me up for years and lead to some serious issues. I got in drugs and violence. I eventually was taken to my first rave in the fall of 1992. It changed my life. The music and the people liberated my then confined and angry self.
In the middle of my senior year I did what any idiot child might do and dropped out of high school. I packed all of my life into boxes and I moved to California to live with my mother. I was fortunate that while in California I met and skated with some of the worlds top pros. I never quite made it to upper levels in the sport but still enjoy skating to this day.
While in California I deepened my love love for electronic music and the events that showcased it. I did street promotion for a crew in San Francisco and learned the in's and out's. I moved back to AZ in 1995 and bought my first set of turntables. They didn't match and were far from having any quality. I boughts records like they were going out of style. I slowly hosted events and began to dj out myself.
In 1997 I moved back to California. It was shortlived and I found myself needing solitude. I moved to Pullman, Washington. I live there six months before moving south to Lewiston, Idaho where I met my wife.
We took our honeymoon on the Oregon Coast and at that point we knew where we wanted to live. Arriving in Portland I met a few people who introduced me to the local music scene and disc golf. I spent nearly a year throwing almost two rounds daily.
My friend when teaching neglected one thing. He failed to teach me proper follow-through. After a year of playing that much my shoulder began to ache on occasion. It felt mostly like muscle pain. I would stretch and continued to play. At Milo McIver I was down in the back corner (I believe the old hole 9) and upon throwing my shoulder dislocated. It was so painful I could not play on. I was able to put the shoulder into place by reaching upwards. I gave a few days rest and played on. After a month or so things seemed fine until it happened again. Then again and again. I stopped playing disc golf in 2003.
I rested and let my body heal. In fall of 2005 I began to play again. I enjoyed it and my life was good. At the end of 2006 I was playing a round at Timber when my shoulder dislocated again. I did what any sports fanatic would do. I got my arm into socket and waited about three holes and began playing again. Of course it took about 3 holes and my should came out of socket again. This time with enough pain that I almost blacked out.
Since that date I have tried to see a doctor about what is wrong. I thought I had enough help and had my shoulder healed. I learned the hard way again that my shoulder is doomed. In the year 2007 I began to throw with my left arm. It has been a slow process. I stand at the end of the pad and wind up. I have made sure to use follow-through and my left arm is in much better health. I am still far from even being competitive with the AM players but it will come along.
I again took a few months off this winter while not having time for disc. I am in the middle of a divorce and have a new blossoming relationship that have taken alot of my time. Recently I have returned to the course looking for my game. I have begun to look at my form and my movements very carefully. I am slowly trying to shift myself into a new mentality of throwing with better form to achieve distance. This is in comparison to throw as hard as I can to throw further. The process is difficult. I am breaking old habits and working on my game near daily. Hopefuly by the time summer hits I will be able to compete a bit. I love competition.
So now you know about me and who I am. Please if you see me out on the course feel free to say hello.