I think the stamp/ pumpkin is dope definitely when it is glowing but ithe glow doesn't last long at all. Charged it by the time it's my throw its already time to charge it again
I won an auction for a proto anax, which I've been trying to find for a while. So excited I managed to get one and at a great price. DZ is the best!
I have won several auctions and got some really cool discs for great prices. Shipping is always very speedy. I usually receive my order in 4-5 days after ordering. Shipping is cheap too. DZ is the best!
Love how it feels and how it flys. Instant distance gained.
Wish they would have had more in this weight or even lighter.
Very disappointing
I got this disc for my partner and she loves it. Great feel and color. Very accurate and reliable photos.
Really nice disc. Like the feel of it. Need to break it in a bit. Feel like it'll be a go-to for me.
grabbed a particle glow proton insanity on release. pleasantly surprised with the glow of the particle proton plastic, wasn't sure how visible it'd be. overall a solid understable fairway
There is a peculiar, almost illicit species of joy that accompanies an object whose perceived value so radically outstrips its cost that you feel you’ve somehow gamed the system. This MVP Black Hole Practice Basket, designated as “Factory Certified Refurbished,”¹ is an avatar of that specific joy. It possesses a palpable, near-gravitational heft that speaks not of backyard disposability but of a certain ontological seriousness; this is a full-size, tournament-weight apparatus whose chains offer not a tinny tink but a deep, resonant ka-CHUNK that scratches a profoundly Pavlovian itch for any serious practitioner of the sport.
The whole apparatus manifests a paradoxical and deeply pleasing union of the Permanent and the Portable. You can disassemble it, sure, but it never feels flimsy. It feels like you’re temporarily relocating a monument. And its arrival, a scant two days post-click, felt less like commerce and more like a logistical singularity, a small, corrugated miracle appearing on the porch against all reasonable expectation. An unqualified, near-ecstatic endorsement is, it seems, the only logical response.
¹ Meaning, one assumes, that it bears some infinitesimal cosmetic scar from a previous, brief life, a ghost of an errant putt now rendered totally moot by a steep discount, which in itself feels like a quiet victory over the tyranny of pristine, shrink-wrapped perfection.
        
      
            
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 