
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the primordial yeet of the cosmos, Cosmic Watcher #41 blinked into existence, probably while some interdimensional stoner was binge-watching Ancient Aliens. Born from the first light of the Big Bang (or maybe just a really big bong rip), this ethereal tag now observes your disc golf fails across dimensions. Why? Because apparently, even the universe needs a laugh track.
In a cosmic twist of fate, Ben Paul (PDGA #276724, aka "The Yeet Whisperer") was chosen by Cosmic Watcher #41 after a particularly wild round where he accidentally aced a tree instead of the basket. The tag, sensing his chaotic energy, descended from the heavens, whispering, "Youβre the one who throws like a cryptid on caffeine." But can Ben handle the pressure of being the universeβs designated disc golf disaster?