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
