It was the last time we could pretend it was Spring. The weather was what they called "Unseasonably Warm." For the last week of November, I was inclined to agree, which was why Watson and I were standing on the concrete pad on hole two of the frisbee golf course at McNaughton Park.
Below us, a little over two hundred and fifty feet away stood an orange and silver basket, flanked by woods in a varying state of undress.
"Uh Houston, this is Tee Bird," Watson says in a slow redneck drawl. "Houston, I'm gonna need a pre-flight safety check before proceeding with launch."
This is one of the ways Watson and I fill not-so-awkward silence on the frolf course. Lately, we've been pretending our frisbees are spaceships. Sometimes we pretend we are sports announcers, but the hillbilly accent is hard to shake once we get started.
"Tee Bird, this is Houston," I reply in the same monotone drawl. Not only is it hard to shake, but it's infectious. "Hole two is not a designated safety check, as it is not a hole divisible by four."
Watson pulls his hitter box from his pocket. His disc shoved casually under his arm. He blows through the tiny pipe. I can hear tiny balls of tar whipping out the other end. "Well, Houston, it seems one of our rocket boosters is clogged." He starts to pack his pipe.
I pull my box out. "Uh, Houston, this is Avenger. Requesting permission to run a slow burn on our rocket boosters as well to check for any issues."
Watson holds his tink between his teeth, "Uh, Avenger, that's an Affirmative on that. We also just got a ship to ship message for you from the Tee Bird." He mimes unfolding a piece of paper before lighting the green tip of his hitter. Holding the smoke in, he continues, "It reads, Not. It." He thinks this is funny, and begin coughing violently.
It's another game we play.
"Uh, fuck, copy that Houston."
"So what else is going on?" Watson has reverted to his normal voice. Above board as we say during our Saturday night Dungeons & Dragons games.
I sigh. Watson and I have been best friends for over five years. We met at Steak N Shake. Found a mutual love for frisbee golf, weed, and the search for some deeper bigger meaning in the universe. Aka The Cloud.
"The Cloud is fucking with me today. Hard," I start.