This fellow's name is Richard (Rick) Williams. He came up to me at the 2008 Worlds at the Robert Morris course and reminded me of a story from the first year I played competitive disc golf, in 1999. The disc he is holding in his hand is a key to the story.

I had begun throwing discs around late in the summer of 1998 and enjoyed it so much I decided to get competitive in 1999. Late spring, I heard that there was this big tournament in Rochester, New York. In fact it was the Pro Worlds competition. So I called the PDGA and found out that I could still get in, packed up my three kids and two of their friends, and headed to Rochester for Pro Worlds.
Truth be told, I knew little to nothing about competition, and I think I ended up 44th of 46 competitors—basically just ahead of the walking wounded. One round, Rick and I played on the same card. After the round, I went to lunch, then arrived at the Chili Disc Golf Course for round two of the day. When I told the fellow managing the course my name, he said: "Oh, so
you're Terry Calhoun!" It turns out that I had committed a cardinal sin of disc golf by walking away from the morning round with our scorecard in my pocket!
Boy, was I embarassed. And chagrined to discover that each of the people on my card, not just me, was getting two penalty strokes because of my forgetfulness. I quickly seized on a way to get forgiveness, and as each of my card-mates arrived at the second course, I told them to pick out any two discs (get it, two strokes) from the merch and I would buy it for them.
They forgave me. I bought them discs. And Rick is standing there in the picture above holding one of the two I bought for him—his go-to purple putter—which he has had in his bag for the last nine years! (And I hadn't seen him since 1999!)
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