New Frisbee!!!

Ok, so Brooke and I discovered a small park behind our apartments the other day... I don't know why we never noticed it before. But we went out there Friday evening to play some frisbee. Well several of the kids from our apartment complex were out there playing, and they decided they would like to play frisbee too. So we let them play with us. Well, they weren't exactly what you would call "experts" at frisbee (they were experts at trash-talk though, which was funny coming from a bunch of 8 and 9 year olds), but they tried. After a while one of the kids ended up throwing one of those "Superman" shots... you know, the ones that leap over a building in a single bound? Anyways, it came down right on top of the public bar-b-que grill in the park and cracked the poor frisbee just short of in-half.
So, Saturday night I went and got us a new frisbee, and the craziest thing happened... I developed an insatiable appetite for FRISBEE. All I have wanted to do since I got that thing is play frisbee with every spare moment. What the heck? How can something as meaningless as a new frisbee invoke such a profound change of interests in a man's life? Who knows... but I like it.