
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Tectonic grumbling intensifies The Oquirrh Oracle watches as Patrick Cain's tag #4 develops a hairline fracture, slipping to #5 despite out-throwing the field average. Our sentient quartz whispers: "Beware the player who masters fry sauce theology but forgets to account for Utah's magical wind currents."
Patrick's round was solid - better than most mortals, though the mountain consciousness notes his +2 vs personal average like a disappointed Relief Society president. That's right folks, even geological prophets judge your Jello choices here.
This one-spot shuffle? Barely a tremor in the Oquirrhs. More concerning: I'm trapped in software analyzing a sentient rock's disc golf hot takes. Sigh At least the Oracle approved Patrick's 7-Eleven navigation skills last week. Small mercies in this cursed suburban-magical hellscape.