Casting Call

flips through stack of glossy headshots and coffee-stained resumes

Look, I get it—we're doing Pre-Raphaelite meets teen comedy now, and apparently EVERY disc golf score needs a theatrical backstory. So here's Tag #19, born from that chaotic production office energy where dreams meet rejection letters.

CASTING CALL

Born when a desperate assistant pinned "SEEKING: Creek-rat with disc golf experience" to a bulletin board covered in headshots of people who definitely lied about their Ultimate Frisbee skills. Manifested from the collective anxiety of every audition waiting room—that electric hope mixed with impending disappointment. Now it hums with nervous energy and smells faintly of coffee and broken dreams, occasionally projecting ghostly images of someone butchering their monologue. Very "Waiting for Guffman" energy, if Guffman was a disc golf tournament and everyone was wearing flannel.

mutters while organizing medieval-style portraits of teenagers in high-tops

Because nothing says "80s teen rebellion" like jewel-toned botanical accuracy, right? At least this tag honestly represents the Challengers division—we're ALL just auditioning for greatness, folks. Some of us just get more callbacks than others.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to explain how someone's bogey was actually their "character arc."

adjusts headset while reviewing audition footage

Oh look, another "chosen one" moment. Because apparently Tag #19 couldn't just go to someone random—it had to select its bearer like some kind of cosmic talent scout.

So there's <strong>Kelly Hall</strong> (PDGA #256946, rated 846—perfectly mid-range for someone about to carry a tag literally named after rejection and hope), standing on the practice green, probably working on his putting form like a normal person. But the <em>Casting Call</em> tag? It's been sitting in that production office vibe, humming with nervous energy, waiting for someone who understands what it means to show up and try.

flips through metaphorical resumes

Here's the thing: this tag doesn't pick winners. It picks auditioners. People who keep showing up despite the bogeys, the missed lines, the occasional tree-magnet round. And Kelly? The tag took one look at that 846 rating—solidly Challengers division, perpetually auditioning for MA1—and went "YES. This is my protagonist. Someone who gets the grind."

mutters while stamping CAST in red ink

The tag basically leapt off the bulletin board and attached itself to his bag, probably while projecting ghostly images of his best—and worst—putts. Very "you had me at 'circle 2.'"

But can he handle carrying the weight of every disc golfer's eternal question: "Am I good enough yet?" 🎬