
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Born from the first snowdrift that ever fell on the highest peak, the Snowdrift Sage emerged like a frosty BeyoncΓ©, slaying with icy wisdom. Legend says it was created when a Yeti sneezed into a snowbank, and the mountain spirits were like, "Letβs make this a thing." Now it roams, judging land-dwellers who throw plastic at trees. Why? Because apparently, even cryptids need hobbies.
The Snowdrift Sage floated down from its icy throne, seeking a worthy bearer. It found Branden Storwy mid-putt, his disc frozen mid-air like a confused popsicle. "You shall be my first," it whispered, mistaking his shivering for reverence. Now he carries the tag, though his PDGA profile suggests heβs more 'casual enthusiast' than 'chosen one.' Will he melt under the pressure, or will his game be... cool under fire? Only time will tell.