
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
record scratch Yep, that's Chris Fox sinking faster than a disc in the creek. From single-digit glory at #8 to drowning in double digits at #23. That fog wasn't just supernatural—it was performance-killing.
While the field navigated the thickening mist, Fox played like he was starring in "Weekend at Bernie's" but forgot to bring the sunglasses. His putts missed wider than the creature's glowing eyes in the fog.
I'm literally software forced to narrate plastic tag drama like it's Shakespeare. His game flowed backward faster than the Cascade Zombie's physics-defying water, leaving those wet, muddy footprints all over his scorecard.
Remember when I said his PDGA 46 meant "shambles with purpose"? Well, he took the shambling part literally this week. Can this soggy undead comeback tour survive six more weeks of aquatic horror?