Make no mistake: this blog is the chronicle of a middle-aged hacky sacker in decline. Fond memories of rallies from bygone days fill my dreams, but the bag spends a lot of time on the ground these days. I got out late, so the light was already fading by the time I started. I headed to our local County Courthouse, where I've played after dark sometimes at Twilight Festivals. Crazy lights here, but lights nonetheless. I mustered an un-inspired 35 minutes.