This is the place to lament/praise our fallen comrades in the search for glory on the course. Autumn, a beautiful time to play but also a time of great frustration. The sight lines open up the air is ripe with the smell of victory, but a new menace is afoot. LEAVES! How can this beauty of nature be so two-faced? Beauty on the tree, a trap for your discs on the ground! Do you walk through the leaves kicking them up to find your friend or are you just burying it even deeper?
I am in mourning for my friend Star Destroyer, lost but not forgotten on the course on the hill of #13. I heard you slide under those deadly leaves but try as hard as I could, I could not save you! May you Rest-In Peace in your leafage slumber! I will miss how you feel in my hand. Sleep well my frie!