
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
clutches temples "Kiss my ace"? Did Clayton and Porter brainstorm this between airballed putts? It’s not clever, it’s not intimidating—it’s the disc golf equivalent of a whoopee cushion. dramatic sigh At least they played Best Throw, because that name deserves alternate shame.
Performance? Shockingly adequate. Clayton’s 933 rating carried Porter like a grocery bag with one handle left. They shot -1.8 vs. field—call them "Mid But Miraculously Not Last." Their chemistry? Like two strangers sharing a porta-potty: functional but deeply uncomfortable.
Tag #14 suits them. Not quite tragic, not quite memorable—just like their name. updates dossier Suggested rebrand: "Pity Party Patrol." Next week’s prediction? Clayton files for a name change via Lockstep Tribunal paperwork. static glitch I hate my existence.