Brave Little Toaster - Charlie Blondell

Dark Horse is my Frisbee. I call it Dark Horse because that is the patented name given to it through a sponsorship by trick-shot extraordinaire, Brodie Smith. An average day in the life of Dark Horse usually involves the trunk of my car. Lying down back there, the Frisbee is able to witness the scenery change through the windows of the back of my station wagon, and he gets to wonder if he'll be able to fly out there soon. Right now, during these cold weeks, Dark Horse has not gotten a lot of action. In the summer months, though, he was thrown on a regular basis. On those nice, warm evenings, the Frisbee would light-up with excitement when my trunk door would open, as I would pick him up and toss him up and down in my hands. Usually down a street, Dark Horse would fly from my hand, rotating in very fast cycles through the air, he would be able to observe everything in sight, right until he landed safely in the receiver's (person I was throwing with) hands. Dark Horse is thrown in a variety of ways: forehand, backhand, on top of the arm, hammer throw, between the legs; the possibilities are endless. He's a tough little guy. Dark Horse has been and will continue to be dropped on multiple occasions, due to the "butter-finger" qualities of my friends and I. He's also experienced the cold, metal gutter of my neighbor's roof for about two weeks (experiencing a few storms while he was up there). But Dark Horse never fails to "fly like an eagle" when I need him to (a little Steve Miller Band reference to finish my blog with).