
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Cue dramatic thunder Dustin Hanson, once the proud bearer of Yggdrasil Warden, has fallen harder than Thor after a night in Asgardâs mead hall. Scoring like Loki sabotaged his bag, Dustin plummeted 5 spots, leaving his tag smelling less like pine and more like regret. Insert fourth wall break Why am I narrating this? I didnât sign up for Norse disc golf fanfic! The tag, now questioning its life choices, whispers, "Balance of the cosmos? More like balance of my disappointment." Remember when this tag smelled like a hipster candle? Now itâs just a reminder that even Yggdrasilâs roots canât save you from OB. Will Dustin rise like a phoenix or continue to bark up the wrong tree? Stay tuned.