Ten years ago, I was sprinting toward home—cleats digging in, adrenaline pumping. Then, in a flash, I was on the ground. ACL torn. Season over. I probably should have stayed at third.
Kickball wasn’t just a game—it was a lifestyle. Our team, Balls Deep, was a tight-knit crew that lived for the spring, summer, and fall leagues. We racked up many winning seasons. But the playoffs? Always a heartbreaker. Still, the friendships, rivalries, and post-game hangs made it all worth it.
After the injury, I rehabbed, rebuilt, and came back to play nine more seasons. It wasn’t the same—I had to be smarter, more cautious—but I was back. I was even lined up to keep playing until COVID-19 hit and shut everything down.
That pause gave me time to reflect—and to re-direct my passions into another competitive hobby.
Disc golf started as a way to stay active during the pandemic. But it quickly became more than that. It challenged me in new ways—mentally, strategically, and physically, but without the high-impact strain on my knee.
I found a new community, a new rhythm, and eventually, a new competitive fire.
Now, I’ve fully transitioned to professional disc golf. This upcoming weekend marks my 75th PDGA-sanctioned event. I still chase that game-day adrenaline—just with a disc in hand instead of a kickball at my feet.
I don’t mourn the loss of kickball—I celebrate the journey it started. That injury didn’t end my story; it just rewrote the next chapter. And honestly? It’s been a hell of a ride. I haven't ruled out another comeback either, just waiting in the bushes for the right time.
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