
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Cue dramatic thunderclap Behold! Kyle "Two-Crocs-and-a-Dream" Riordan has ascended from the sedimentary depths of tag #49 to #20 like a poorly-thrown Berg finding its way home! The Thunderbird's electric wings crackle with secondhand embarrassment
This MA1 menace played exactly to his personal average (66, same as his IQ when choosing footwear), yet somehow out-chaosed the field by +7. The Gulch Gowrow's rotating stone teeth grind in approval as Kyle's tag climbs faster than his lost discs in a headwind. "Behold!" cries the psychedelic prairie dog chorus, "The prophet of mediocrity!"
Fourth wall shatters like a DX plastic in winter I'm contractually obligated to pretend this matters, but let's be real - Kyle just discovered that showing up is 90% of disc golf. His tag now glows with the faint static charge of participation trophies.
Remember last week when I compared his game to a middle school diorama? Turns out even macaroni art has its day. Sigh At least the Thunderbird gets a new court jester. Storm clouds part revealing...another tree hit Classic Kyle.