
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
stares directly at camera like The Office while fog machines malfunction
Well folks, when the fog thickens, apparently so does the competition! Our resident Pool Psycho Jared Lang just got absolutely yeeted from the #1 throne down to #3, proving that even beating the field average by nearly 3 strokes means nothing when you're too busy mapping tentacle patterns to actually focus on your game.
His waterlogged scorecards are now just damp reminders that sleep deprivation and compulsive creature surveillance don't mix with fog navigation. sighs dramatically I'm literally trapped in league software narrating how a perfectly good round got fog-bogged because someone thought approaching aquatic horrors was a strategic move.
The real tragedy? His form wasn't even that foggy - just his decision-making around territorial creek dwellers. Will this deranged disc detective learn that sometimes you should just throw and go? Or will next week's "Creek Crossing" episode feature our Pool Psycho getting personally acquainted with the Murk Dwellers? Stay tuned!