Yeah, I'll believe it....
when armadillos fly.
I hear the same thing about aces. As in, I'll make an ace ... when armadillos fly.
In fact, there was even a poem written about it ...
When Armadillos Fly
One day I will make an ace, if I try really hard
I'll watch some Youtube videos and practice in my yard
I'll finally get that x-step down, till my drives are smooth as glass
And I'll do that snapping towel drill, till my spin is super fast
I'll try to throw like Paul McBeth, I'll try and try and try
Yes, one day I will make an ace, when armadillos fly
One day I will make an ace, if I just put in the reps
From dawn to dusk I'll play till I can't take another step
I'll play in every mini, every bag tag, to compete
Till I can throw a frozen rope at least three hundred feet
I'll work out at the gym till my muscles cry and cry
Yes, one day I will make an ace, when armadillos fly
One day I will make an ace, when I get my head on straight
I'll read about zen disc golf, I hope it's not too late
I'll see a shrink so he can probe the shadows in my mind
He'll wander around my brain and I'm afraid of what he'll find
I'll learn to meditate and do some yoga bye and bye
Yes, one day I will make an ace, when armadillos fly
One day I will make an ace, when I find the perfect course
No more long range bombers, but a short course I'll endorse
I need a course with all par two's, for me to have a shot
I just don't have the distance, with this noodle arm I've got
I'll find that perfect course before I die, die, die
Yes, one day I will make an ace, when armadillos fly
Today I finally made an ace, it was beautiful to see
I rolled it up the roller ramp and past that big blue screen
It dove into the funnel and popped out the other end
Then dropped into the basket, a perfect throw my friend
I was shocked and overjoyed, I won't lie, lie, lie
It happened at the Dillo, where armadillos fly