Souled Out

As the result of a three-player trade, Ima has now joined the corporate frisbee golf world.
 
A trade was approved by all parties that sent two discs from Ima to Rich, cash considerations from Clint to Rich, and Rich's old bag to Clint.  In exchange, I ended up with Clint's Lightning bag that he recently purchased.  That's right...I now have Clint's sack.
 
Yesterday, I was but a sack-less wonder.  Today, I had to try out my new toy.  I put all the discs I use (you know, all those gay-ass pastel colors) into the purse and ventured to Borden Park.  I figured it would either be a great day, now that I no longer had to clumsily fumble around with my frisbees, or it would be total shit.
 
Well, the highlight of my two rounds, besides hitting the basket on hole #1, was finding a towel clip for my disc-toting utensil.  Following two previously bagless rounds at Borden Park, both of which resulted in scores of -9, I today, with bag in hand, shot a pitiful -4 for my first round and an even more pitiful -3 for the second.  Hmmmm.....