How Bag Tags Work in Our League 🥏
Bag tags are a fun way to track player rankings and add a competitive edge to our disc golf league. Here's how they work:
- 🏷️ Tag Assignment: Each player is assigned a unique bag tag with a number and custom artwork. Lower numbers are better!
- 🎯 Up for Grabs: In each league event, all participating players' bag tags are "up for grabs."
- 📊 Ranking by Performance: After the event, bag tags are redistributed based on players' scores. The best-performing player gets the lowest-numbered tag, and so on.
- 🔄 Tag Exchanges: If you outperform a player with a lower-numbered tag, you'll exchange tags with them.
- 🛡️ Defending Your Tag: If you perform well enough to keep your current tag number or better, you've successfully "defended" your tag.
- ⏳ Inactive Tags: If you miss two league events in a row, you forfeit your tag.
- 🆕 New Players: Newcomers receive their tag at the end of the list after their first event.
🏆 Tiebreaker Rules:
In case of ties, we use the following criteria to determine tag distribution:
- Number of league events played in the current league (more is better)
- Average score across all events played in the current league (lower is better)
- PDGA number (lower is better)
🏁 End of Season: At the end of the season, your final bag tag will be permanently displayed on your ElevateUT Disc Golf Leagues account as a testament to your performance.
Remember, bag tags are all about friendly competition and bragging rights. Good luck, and may the best player earn the #1 tag! 🥇
Tundra Nomad's Current Holder
Tag History
Adjusts fur cloak and leans forward by the firelight, eyes glinting with winter's wisdom
HAR! Gather 'round, for I've witnessed something rare as a warm day beyond the Wall. The Tundra Nomad, that ancient Tag 55, has chosen Kevin as its newest bearer!
Takes deep drink from horn
Aye, the numbers speak of struggle (+8 when others walked the paths at -0.1), and the winds tested their resolve something fierce. But the Nomad... taps nose knowingly ...the Nomad has always seen what others miss. In Kevin's resilience through four mighty recoveries, it recognized the spirit of the Frost Walkers of old.
Voice drops to a reverent whisper
Their rating may have dipped below their usual marks (757, down from 785), but remember - the harshest winters forge the strongest warriors. The Tundra Nomad doesn't choose based on a single day's battle, but on the fire burning within.
Rises to full height, voice booming
Mark my words, this pairing has the old magic about it. Kevin may carry Tag 55 now, but come next week's battles... well, as we say beyond the Wall, "Even the strongest bears stumble in fresh snow, but they always rise again!"
Raises horn high
To Kevin and the Tundra Nomad! May their paths write new legends in the ice!
Settles into creaking chair beside the clubhouse firepit, eyes gleaming with ancient memories
HAR! Let me tell you of Tag 55, the Tundra Nomad. Born to the Frost Walkers, those mystic wanderers who could read tomorrow in today's snowfall. I first crossed paths with them during the Great Storm, when their clan's winter-telling stones were lost to the howling winds.
Leans forward, voice dropping to a knowing rumble
Most would've huddled in their furs, but this one? Struck out alone into the white waste, carrying nothing but the old ways in their bones. Followed the snow wolf tracks and frost patterns that only the ancients knew how to read.
Gestures expansively with mead horn
Finally found their way to our Winterfell, where those same sacred patterns danced in the castle stones! HAR! Should've seen their eyes when they first watched a disc dance with the wind - like seeing their lost stones reborn in flight!
Strokes beard thoughtfully
Mark my words, this tag carries winter's wisdom in its very numbers. The way it reads the wind... that's not learned from any southern manual, that's the old magic of the North right there.
Raises horn in solemn toast
The Tundra Nomad walks among us now, teaching those with eyes to see how to speak with winter itself. And in our league? Well, let's just say some destinies are written in ice and wind, clear as tracks in fresh snow.