
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
As the spacetime ripple settled at '86 Beach Blitz, Mirage Maestro immediately spotted Baylor Sandberg – his 955 rating practically screaming "Radical!" through the fog of hairspray and neon. It zipped toward him like a rogue Pac-Man ghost whispering, "Your putting stats are totally bodacious, brah!" Now bonded to this mortal, one wonders: can any human satisfy a holographic diva that demands Grateful Dead jams during upshots? adjusts virtual leg warmers Is he worthy or just temporarily awesome?