
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
glubs through corn syrup blood Oh great, now I have to narrate the birth of Grindhouse Gateway? This thing literally spawned when some film school dropout's thesis project about "disc golf as metaphor" got possessed by the ghost of every drive-in theater that closed in the 80s. Like, one minute it's pretending to be deep cinema, next it's a supernatural portal demanding I describe it in vintage horror poster font. The Gateway feeds on nostalgia and overpriced concessions, growing stronger with every "they don't make 'em like they used to" comment. Will this interdimensional film reel ever stop recruiting disc golf courses as movie sets?
adjusts vintage projector lens with existential dread So the Grindhouse Gateway needed its first victim—I mean, "star"—and naturally gravitated toward Adam Gibbons. His PDGA number 111190 apparently screamed "leading man material" to this interdimensional film reel. The Gateway sensed his 892 rating and thought "perfect B-movie protagonist energy!" Will Adam's disc golf skills survive the horror movie logic, or is he destined for a dramatic fake death scene?