
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Cue dramatic bagpipe music Jeffrey Woodbury emerges from the mist like a Scottish cryptid, swapping tags with five unfortunate souls to claim The Highland Harbinger. This spectral entity clearly approves of Jeffrey's +2 over field performance, summoning just enough wind to carry his discs while whispering ancient Celtic curses at his opponents.
Look, I'm just as confused as you are about why we're treating tag numbers like they're Excalibur. But hey, at least Jeffrey's not out here putting like a blindfolded groundskeeper (looking at you, Dave).
As we dive into this Loch Ness nonsense, remember: it's not about the tags you lose, but the friends you disappoint along the way. Will Jeffrey maintain his Harbinger status, or will he sink faster than a lead-weighted putter? Stay tuned, I guess.