The OD Memorial @ Ficklewood

The days tilt toward the horizon, the sun dips a little lower in the sky, the humid haze is gone and the ceramic blue of the sky watches patiently overhead. Even the blades of grass scream their lusty ... show more ›

The days tilt toward the horizon, the sun dips a little lower in the sky, the humid haze is gone and the ceramic blue of the sky watches patiently overhead. Even the blades of grass scream their lusty yawps for the tread of all Ficklewood F*ckos. If you squint real hard you might even smell what the Mistress of the Disc-Oh Cafe has cooking. Get ready to channel the pure sublime of frisbee friends and family; get ready to get down harder than an Olympic breakdancer from down under. 16 more sleeps!