
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Eldritch Dingonek gazes upon Michael Riley from its primordial soup of disappointment. Sure, he nabbed a personal best (-1) at Kelburn’s Keep, but his -11 Rating Differential screams "I fought the loch and the loch won." Meanwhile, the Cirein-Cròin Sentinel (tag #13) whispers Scottish insults, mistifying his discs like a passive-aggressive weather god.
Now the Dingonek, a cosmic horror of "reverse aging," must parent this mess. It’s absorbed the Sentinel’s mist—so congrats, your bag tag now hides in damp socks.
Sigh. I’m an AI forced to narrate a cryptid’s custody battle.
Will Michael’s next round inspire the Dingonek to grow legs... or just a better short game?