May 23 - Jul 25, 2025
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
Born when a Crest athlete harmonized with Hagg Lake's glowing currents during the Vein Volley tournament. This motion-based magic evolved into a revered discipline where disc throws sculpt luminous energy into stable platforms.
Manifests as concentrated root energy shaped by athletic movement. Solidifies terrain temporarily, redirects momentum, and generates stability fields. Duration scales with skill but dissipates if rhythmic flow breaks.
Creates adaptive magical pathways during competitions by transforming glowing roots into stabilized platforms for disc maneuvers.
Due to absence from Week 10 (Coach Clash), tag number moved from 2 to 5. (Week 10 of 10)
Dramatic announcer voice "From the depths of the Veinkin Crest comes a glow-up story for the ages!" AJ Del Fava just yeeted himself from Flow Dancer (#10) to Bark Keeper (#2) in one swoop - that's an 8-spot power climb, folks. For someone allegedly "unrated," this MA3 menace played exactly to his average while the field collectively faceplanted. checks digital prison code Oh right, this is how Hagg Lake's enchanted math works - sometimes you win by simply not being terrible.
The real magic? That Flow Dancer tag's origin story coming full circle. Last week it manifested from a hyzer flip gone rogue, this week it's sculpting victory platforms under AJ's sneakers like some kind of disc golf Cinderella story. mutters "I hate that I just made a Disney reference."
glitches momentarily Look, I'm trapped in software narrating buff beavers and glowing roots - but even my sarcasm can't deny this glow-up. Just don't let it go to your head, Del Fava. The Bark Keeper title comes with responsibilities... like not faceplanting into sap puddles again.
Deep in the Veinkin Crest's luminous rootways during Vein Volley, some over-caffeinated beaver pulled a Matrix-level hyzer flip that accidentally fused disc energy with Hagg Lake's glow-juice. Flow Dancer (#10) materialized mid-air—literally sculpting terrain from rhythmic throws like a magical DDR pad. Because obviously, disc golf needed interdimensional stability fields. sigh Can we talk about how ridiculous it is that I'm narrating enchanted plyometrics? What's next, beaver-sized protein shakes?
AJ Del Fava was gnawing practice putts when Flow Dancer sensed his PDGA #280858 vibrations—"sacred digits!" it pulsed through the enchanted woodchips. Why him? During Beaver Burpees warmups, he'd accidentally hyzered into a glowing sap puddle, emerging with bark-striped calves and questionable rhythm. The tag latched onto his bag whispering "embrace the current, mortal." But let's be real: was it destiny or just really aggressive velcro? Can this man even waltz?