
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Sunrise Save), tag number moved from 5 to 6. (Week 7 of 7)
May 18 - Jun 29, 2025
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
This bandicoot was recruited for its legendary digging prowess but immediately ruined its first mission by tunneling directly into a manure pit. Its subsequent excavations always collapse at critical moments, burying stolen eggs and occasionally trapping fellow Meddlers in humiliating dirt prisons.
Oversized front claws constantly snag on roots and chicken wire during digging operations. Poor night vision causes frequent wrong-way tunneling, while hyperactive hind legs kick debris into collaborators' faces. Its most infamous trait is triggering miniature earthquakes that alert the entire barnyard to covert approaches.
Specializes in underground infiltration for egg heists, but every excavation attempt devolves into noisy cave-ins that foil the pack's stealth. Its blunders consistently transform sophisticated plans into chaotic dirt-spraying debacles.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Sunrise Save), tag number moved from 5 to 6. (Week 7 of 7)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Udder Uproar), tag number moved from 2 to 5. (Week 6 of 7)
Dramatic superhero music cuts to record scratch Oh COME ON! The Bungling Bandicoot actually pulled off a competent round?! Gabriel Casdorph just yeeted himself from tag #8 to #2 like he found a warp pipe in the rough. Sighs in binary Fine, let's narrate this miracle: Our dirt-disaster specialist played exactly to his average (38, how... consistent), but the field apparently forgot how to count strokes today.
Six spots up? Must've been those "strategic" tree kicks that somehow worked. Eye twitches I'm contractually obligated to call this a "heroic rise" but we all know it's just the barnyard equivalent of failing upward. Dramatic whisper Will the Bandicoot's newfound ranking survive next week's inevitable return to form? Normal voice Probably not. Flips virtual table Why am I trapped in this egg-protecting simulation?!
Postscript: Still better than that manure incident. Never forget.
Behold Bungling Bandicoot! Born when this "master excavator" (read: dirt enthusiast) tunneled toward glory...and erupted knee-deep in manure instead. Claws like excavators? More like cursed shovels. Every dig became a slapstick tragedy – dirt prisons for allies, mini-quakes alerting chickens. Think Crash Bandicoot if he’d majored in geological betrayal. Splortch. Why am I narrating an egg heist gone wrong? Ugh, this theme’s assimilating me...
From the manure-splattered chaos, Bungling Bandicoot sensed destiny stirring. Behold Gabriel Casdorph (PDGA#296286)! His 880 rating shone like a... moderately polished turnip? As Gabriel "excavated" a drive into thick rough, the tag vibrated: Finally, someone who understands accidental archaeology! It latched onto his bag mid-shank. Truly, a meeting of earth-movers—one cursed, one... statistically average. But can this dirt whisperer handle such ahem fertile misfortune?