Now I know synchros can happen anywhere, anytime, even when you least suspect them. Once a week, I play in a disc golf league, and on one particular Saturday, it seems the trickster made an appearance. Here’s what happened.

My friend Ernie and I were warming up, tossing a disc back and forth. These disks are not like Frisbees, because the drivers (for long shots) have a sharp edge. We usually warm up with a mid-range, which aren’t as sharp-edged, but still not so easy to catch. So we usually just knock them down when we’re warming up. It’s about accuracy, not catching. In fact, there’s no catching in disc golf.

As we were tossing the disc back and forth, two other players walked by on the dirt road behind Ernie. I recognized both. On the left was Dave, who is a professional level player, has a sponsor and plays in national tournaments. Dan, the other guy, is also very good. He’s got a terrific sense of humor and likes to point out the irony in whatever he might be talking about. They were talking, but I was too far away to hear what they were saying.

My next throw got away from me and was headed toward Dave and Dan. I yelled heads up, but neither reacted in time. My throw struck Dave in the back of his head. Dan turned around and said, “You’re not going to believe this. Dave was just now telling me how he’d gotten hit in the head by a disc the other day and how much it hurt. Then you hit him again!”

Synchronicity, I thought. The trickster at play.

Meanwhile, Dave never looked back. He just kept walking and rubbing his head. That was kind of odd. There was probably a message there for him. To be hit in the head by a disc while describing an earlier identical incident is pretty strange. maybe it was a wake-up. Something he should be aware of. Like, ‘Hey, Dave,  you’re playing too much disc golf and ignoring something important.’ Maybe something like that.

Did it register? I don’t know…and I wasn’t about to go ask him if he got the message!

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