Passing through a local park, I saw flying discs, and ultimate spring league games. The only player I recognized was a guy from the olden times, same age as me. He's got a knee replacement scheduled for fall, and feels free to treat the one he was born with like it's a rental.
How old school is my frisbee friend? He's rocking Kaiser Ligas! Very 1995.
Me, my only cleats are the white and gold Adidas Predators with the blue stars. 2004.