Half a Century of Plastic Flatball
It's not a game; it's a lifestyle.
Via Archeress comes news that the Frisbee® is 50. I think there may even be a rare picture of the elusive Copyranter over at her blog. Could be wrong, but that guy looks just pissed enough to be him.
Here's my dog, Roman, after a successful catch earlier this year, momentarily distracted by one of the flea-bag cats from next door.
Labels: frisbee, plastic flatball, Wham-o
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2 Comments:
There's a problem with this frisbee ad. If you can throw it you can play with yourself. 8-) Yes, you can toss it out and make it come back; which includes both a throwing and a catching challenge.
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Kilroy_60, at June 23, 2007 at 12:33 PM
I agree, Kilroy, but it's an old, old ad from the 60s, before they got smart with their Frisbee skills and learned that throwing it into the wind on the beach, all by yourself, makes for a great solo game.
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RFB, at June 23, 2007 at 1:33 PM
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