
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
🌪️ Hamsa Hinn burst forth when 12th-century Kabbalah TikTokers accidentally livestreamed a hinn-binding ritual into a hamsa pendant. "Protect the bag tags... but make it fashion," cried Rabbi Ezra, as the spirit yeeted itself into clay like a mystical 3D printer gone rogue. Now it haunts Art Dye’s fairways, manifesting as sand traps that judge your form harder than Simon Cowell. Yes, this backstory makes sense in the lore—don’t @ me.
Why do we let an ancient security system narrate disc golf again? 🔥
And so the Hamsa Hinn awoke in Art Dye's ninth hole porta-potty, sniffing out candidates through PDGA numerology. When Stephen Dunton (#267706) threw a Star Destroyer* into its "clay vessel" (*read: urinal cake), the tag screeched "Mazel Toss!" and fused to his bag. Witnesses claim his -7 round proved "chosen one" status; we know he just wanted to retrieve his disc. Now he bears the burden of mystical sand traps judging his hyzers like a mother-in-law at a potluck.
But can a man who mistakes kabbalah for kabob maintain the Guardian - CS legacy? 🌪️🕳️