
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Adjusts external gills dramatically Listen up, gear-heads! While I'm stuck here explaining land-sports through steampunk metaphors (seriously, who designed this system?), Shaun Pead has somehow managed to climb the ranks of the Harmonic Spire like a malfunctioning elevator - straight up, but with concerning noises.
Despite playing exactly to his averages (which is about as exciting as watching rust form on a gear), he's jumped 27 spots! It's like watching Doc Brown's DeLorean work perfectly while running on regular gasoline - it shouldn't happen, but here we are!
Flicks tail dismissively Would Eliza Wintergear approve? Probably not, but who am I to judge? I'm just a pink aquatic salamander trapped in your league software. Will the clockwork continue ticking in his favor? Will someone please explain why I'm narrating a sport that involves throwing things through air - my literal opposite element? Stay tuned, gear-heads!