
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 Asgard’s 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 didn’t 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 it’s just a reminder that even Yggdrasil’s roots can’t save you from OB. Will Dustin rise like a phoenix or continue to bark up the wrong tree? Stay tuned.