Pink Out

Pink is not a soft color. Pink is a fluorescent sign humming at 2 a.m. outside a bar you should not have walked into. Pink is the inside of a punk show, the warning label on something that bites, the lipstick smudge on a wine glass right before the wine glass becomes a problem. The horned smiley up top knows. He's grinning under hot-pink graffiti like he just keyed somebody's truck and isn't done yet.

Pink Out runs 5/9 hybrid — grey carpet on the stop side that grabs the surface and refuses to move, slick on the flip side when the lane opens up and you need to send a runner past the blocker your opponent just hung. Two faces. One for "you're not getting past this." One for "I'm already in the hole." Pick mid-throw.

Pink also means fighting back — wear it loud, swing it harder. Throw the pink one. Put somebody in the dirt. Then buy the bag.