Hello My Name is Brian and I Might Have a Problem…

 Funny Story:  After playing a round of disc golf in the rain Saturday morning I arrived home to find that a friend of ours parked in our driveway so I couldn’t pull into the garage.  I opened the garage door and took my bag in to pull the discs out so they could dry along with my bag.  I spread the discs out on the floor because I didn’t have the car in there, and was quit pleased with the fact that they all could lay out flat across the ground, after admiring all the discs lined up for a few minutes I headed inside.  Our friend stayed late Saturday and when she left with her two small children, I was ready for bed but thought, “I should pull the car in the garage”.  I jumped into the car and pulled into the garage.  While I was upstairs getting ready for bed, this horrible feeling came over me as I realized that I had just run over my discs.  I screamed out loud, “oh, no!” and ran downstairs opened the garage and to my horror the car was over almost all my discs.  I get down on my hands and knees and see that two discs are under the tire, in a panic I reach under the car and pull at the two trapped discs.  I was able to pull one of them free but the other required backing the car up.  After pulling the second disc free I just stood there holding the two discs in my arms hoping that they would be ok.  It felt as though I had run over a small child.  All the while my wife is looking on probably wondering what kind of a weirdo she has married.  I think I’m hooked on disc golf.