The madness of a long, hot summer without ultimate is really setting in, as Pat and Tad ponder whether not having tournaments to play this year is an opportunity for personal growth, or like being forsaken by an uncaring god. Maybe both?

The guys take stock of everyone’s chosen ultimate methadone, Disc Golf. Does it scratch the itch for ultimate die hards? Also, Pat commits to eating a lot of eggs for a good cause and weirdo Redskins name defenders get lit up in T/T/F.