I’m the proud owner of a first-run CE Eagle-L.
It’s not new, but when I acquired it two years ago, it definitely was – it’d never been thrown. Here’s the craziest part of the whole thing, though: Do you want to know what I paid for it?
Jack. Diddly. Squat.
Well, I guess that’s not entirely true …
Over the years, I’d purchased a number of discs from a guy on eBay. Not tons of discs, but enough that we struck up somewhat of a friendship. He’d spent years collecting discs and was ridding himself of clutter. With a new house, I was gung-ho on welcoming it into mine.
Anyway, one way or another, he revealed to me that he had a crisp, first-run CE Eagle-L in his possession – candy-apple red with fingerprints and everything. At the time, I didn’t throw Eagles, but I’d seen Gregg Barsby bag enough of ‘em to know that they didn’t suck.
He asked me if I was interested in it. I told him I was, expecting him to hit me with an offer I couldn’t afford. Instead, he told me it’d make the trip with my latest purchase – free of charge.
There was ONE condition, though:
“I know its worth. I know what I could get for it. Promise to throw it, and she’s yours.”
Deal.
As you might’ve guessed, this wasn’t a hard decision to make. It was especially easy for me, however, as I’ve always believed in throwing the discs I get my hands on. Chalk that up to impatience with plastic, short-sightedness or crying during “Toy Story,” I use what I own.
It was nice to meet a like-minded disc golfer.
In spite of the terrifying number of backup discs I have (I’m not perfect) collecting dust in my basement, my frisbees largely live out their intended purpose: to hide, hit trees and, occasionally, on accident, find their way into a nearby basket – and for OBVIOUS reasons, as I see things:
This is the same type of conversation with sneakers. I use what I buy or else I am running a museum with only one visitor
— David Standish (@dm_standish) June 12, 2022
Show some respect: Throw your discs, as “Steady” Ed Headrick intended.
And don’t even start in on that “investment” talk – I don’t want to hear it. Discs accrue value at a snail’s pace, if you’re lucky. Hang those SockiBomb Slammers on your wall for a decade or two. By the time you take ‘em down, the sale of one should fill your pickup truck with a tank of gas.
There are WAY easier ways to make money, one of which isn’t blogging about disc golf: Take to a new trade, learn an exciting skill or dabble in Ponzi schemes like a man – the returns are there.
Alas, if the disc-collecting itch feels simply too strong not to scratch, remember: James Conrad still bags the lemon-yellow Electron Firm Envy that quickly popularized the term “Holy Shot.”
Dial it back, Warren Buffet: Frisbees were meant to fly.
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