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HEADY MANTRAS: Sulking Won’t Get You S#!+
When it comes to the mental game of disc golf, it always feel as though the most simple lessons are the hardest to conquer. This definitely isn’t unique to frolf, or any other game involving birdies and bogies, but that doesn’t make it any less true. Hell, this sort of thing is true in
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McBeth Destroyers: Buy or Sell?
Oh boy. Â Silly season ended up being silly, all right, with Paul McBeth throwing deuces in the air and stepping away from the #1 manufacturer in the game. We weren’t so surprised by this, although we’re still waiting to see if our wild guess on numbers and destination turn out to be true. So now,
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What Happens If Paul McBeth Leaves Innova in 2019?
Decision day is coming for a great many of the companies within our beloved sport, as evidenced by latest news out of Camp Lizotte. Today it was announced that sky-hyzer, circus-shot loving Simon Lizotte has taken a 5 year contractual extension with Discmania. As the professional disc golf season begins to wind down, we are
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UNPOPULAR OPINION: Those Little Jerks Serve A Purpose
We’ve all been there: Â A perfect round getting spoiled by some unassuming picnic or impromptu cheerleading practice. I get it; disc golf fairways are idyllic by nature. Â That’s kinda the fucking idea, right? Â But the sport isn’t quite at the point where national recognition is relocating family reunions. Â After all, this is still just throwing
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REFRESHMENTS: Hubbard’s Cave Fresh IIPA V21
When I’m not perpetually staring into the pixelated abyss for the enjoyment of you fine folks, I tend to find myself in the company of good beer. Over the course of the last few years, my day jobs have had me bouncing around in the craft beer industry like some sort of hipster hyperbole come
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FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Innova Star Caiman
Today was one of those excellent days where the nine-to-five nonsense subsided well before the traffic in Atlanta turned into a putrid pile of egos and revenge braking. They say that Atlanta’s rush hour lasts from 1pm to 8pm. Â I think that may be just a bit optimistic. Either way, I took a cursory look
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This isn’t your parents’ disc golf magazine.
Well, here it is. Â The first bit of drivel to come dripping from my fingers, like the eternal sweat of a midsummer’s day on the sunniest part of the course. High noon. Your one friend is lining up a putt from 40 feet that we all know they aren’t going to make. Â But, by God,
