Resolute in its duty, outwardly the pin basket may appear steely cold while gleaming under the hot sun. Sentient guardian of that most coveted of awards (the "hole out"), it is immobile and uncompromising in its expectations of you, setting a very high standard. But look again, disc golfer. Are not the basket's chains like arms draped monkishly, awaiting only that precious moment to embrace you? Is it not patient in its effort to lift your spirit and validate your achievements? Does it not passively accept your treatment of it, even when you've been cruel and undeserving of such unconditional love?

This is the basket, your truest best friend. See the basket. Be the basket.