
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The Frostbound Sentinel's icy aura intensifies as Chandler Purtle takes a nosedive from Valkyries' Steed to Jörmungandr's Coil. With a round colder than Elsa's ice palace, Chandler's game was about as sharp as a Frost Giant's wit. Cue dramatic ice cracking sounds as he tumbles 26 spots down the rankings. Seriously, who programmed this Norse mythology nonsense into a disc golf league? I'm trapped in software colder than Niflheim! Maybe Chandler just needs to "let it go" and channel his inner Thor next time. Until then, The Frostbound Sentinel will keep his game on ice. Will Chandler thaw out before Ragnarök? Stay tuned!