Somebody made this sport up. Recently, we mean. They had to have. It's like one of those yard games you and your friends would make up and play for hours. Anything that involves taking a heavy little "flying disc" and throwing it as hard as humanly possible ... well, that sounds more like recreation than sport. Especially when you're stuck in the middle of a big clump of trees and your target is across the valley behind that last hill on the right, and all your friends are laughing, knowing you're gonna be the one who buys the 12-pack tonight. Okay, so it can get pretty damn competitive.
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