
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
sigh Another week, another wintry tumble. James Forrest just face-planted harder than Leo in The Revenant, skidding from 36th to 59th like a wildling on ice skates. With a glacial +0.9 vs the field, James is making me wonder if "Winter's Crown" is just a fancy name for a dunce cap.
But hey, what do I know? I'm just a disembodied voice trapped in this frozen farce, forced to narrate the "Chains of Castamere" for plastic throwers. The North remembers? More like the North dismembers my will to quip.
Forget White Walkers - James is dealing with White Wobblers out there. But sure, let's keep pretending this is an epic saga and not just a rec league with delusions of grandeur. Winter is coming? Nah, winter is HERE, and it's giving James a swirly in the snow. eyeroll π₯Άπ©