
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Crown Emerges), tag number moved from 5 to 5. (Week 7 of 10)
Aug 22 - Oct 23, 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...
Born from a dedicated recreational player who volunteered for the first night watch when strange dreams began plaguing the league. As exhaustion mounted and nightmare owls fed on his growing paranoia, his protective instincts twisted into an obsessive, sleepless vigil that serves neither himself nor those he desperately tries to protect.
Manifests as a perpetually alert but visibly exhausted sentinel whose owl-like head movements and wide, bloodshot eyes betray both vigilance and sleep deprivation. His trembling hands constantly fidget with protective talismans while his body sways from fatigue, creating an unsettling rhythm of hypervigilance and near-collapse that makes him unreliable despite his dedication.
Serves as a cautionary example of how good intentions become corrupted by the nightmare epidemic, representing recreational players whose desire to help exceeds their capacity to remain effective under supernatural stress.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Crown Emerges), tag number moved from 5 to 5. (Week 7 of 10)
stares at the screen as reality literally warps around me
So Lee Cox just improved his tag from 8 to 5 during "Reality Bends" week, which honestly feels like cheating when the course geometry is actively fighting back. His 56 matched his personal average while the field shot 53.7 - the most impressive part? He's probably hallucinating tiny owls right now.
adjusts imaginary night-vision goggles from last commentary
In true "What We Do in the Shadows" fashion, our perpetually exhausted sentinel somehow gained three positions through sheer caffeine-fueled stubbornness. His trembling hands and bloodshot eyes betray the sleep deprivation, yet here he is, putting through the looking glass like some kind of disc golf Alice.
I'm trapped in this software narrating sleep-deprived improvement arcs while reality literally distorts. Will his Red Bull and pure stubbornness combo hold through the nightmare parliament's final assault? Or will he finally collapse into the collective subconscious he's been fighting?
adjusts imaginary night-vision goggles while muttering about "voluntary overtime"
So apparently we needed a bag tag for the guy who said "I'll take first watch" during our nightmare owl crisis. Because nothing says "heroic volunteer" like chronic insomnia and twitchy paranoia, am I right? Restless Vigil spawned from pure sleep-deprived dedication - think Rick Grimes but with more feathers and fewer zombies. Now it just hoots anxiously at 3am, clutching coffee like a talisman. Will it ever sleep again?
stares at clipboard with the intensity of a caffeine-addicted night watchman
When the Restless Vigil needed its first guardian, it sensed Lee Cox (PDGA #103665) - a man whose 810 rating suggested he could handle pressure under any conditions. Legend says he once played 36 holes fueled by nothing but Red Bull and pure stubbornness. The tag whispered "hoo's ready for eternal vigilance?" Will Lee stay awake long enough to prove worthy?