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I'll never forget the day I became a millionaire. It was the summer of 05' and like most days, I was engulfed in some research and development disecting the intricacies and inadequacies of the tomahawk putt. To me, the mere flight path of that hot candy plastic knifing thru the air upon release and then the metamorphisis that ensues that can only be summed up as the symphony created between the butterfly romancing the air, creating that perfect balance between necessity and animal instinct just upon arriving on that beautiful flower of a basket that has both enamored that winged creature and my fancy. The love song bellowing from the chains that day caught the ear of a very special lady. Explaining to that new fan about the sport of Disc Golf, she exclaimed Wow, you should do that for a living !!! My answer was quite simple, I wish !!! However it is currently the minimum wage of professional sports and even the legends of the games pocketbook pale in comparison to the worst Pro Bowler on any given day. The next true words spoken by this very special soul then said to me "You already found your true passion in life and that makes you a millionaire on the inside." We never shared names, and I don't even remember her face, but those spoken words have helped me get thru the last 6 years of hell. Plagued with repeated steps, bouts of unemployment, nearly braking my back, ankle, throwing arm and hand, and at least 3 banks...All for the love of the game. ChainGang philosophy created by a thankless world. I now surround my myself with greatness. In my perfeckt world, I will be throwing disc to the very bitter end, and my heart will always skip a beat everytime I tomahawk, sidearm, hyzer, or roll !!! Maybe someday I will be able to hold a steady job or my soulmate the way I learned to throw. One day at a time is the key, until the day I die. Never Hate The Player, Nor the Game...until ya find out about whats on the inside and walked a fairway in his shoes.