1. I am at the Frisbee golf course near my house, Morse Park & Beach. I am walking down one of the fairways with a few of my buds from my youth group as well as my youth minister. As far as my relationship with these guys, we are all very close friends. But, in the moment, we are all a bunch of disc golf enthusiasts, playing mostly for the fun of it while maintaining slight traces of competition.
2. Some of what we say includes typical sports phrases like "nice shot!" and "Take your time, focus on this one" or even "Damn it! I hate this game!" However, most of our conversation is just friendly conversation that has nothing to do with disc golf. We just talk and laugh and have an enjoyable time, and that is what makes the game so fun. There isn't much of a power relationship between any of the guys and me, but my youth minister is older and I guess there's some sort of power relationship there.
3. I guess all the guys are speaking pretty normally when we play. Maybe if one of them is teeing off and is trying to focus he'll speak softly to himself words of encouragement like: "focus... keep it low... don't put too much behind it..." Often times I find myself sort of commentating my game, either to myself or to the others. Things like "come on, I gotta make this for par. Come on baby... come on!" and then if I miss I'll be like "AWWWWWWW man! Gosh I should have made that!"
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