
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a finale colder than Elsa's heart, Jared Lang investigated his way up 14 spots, leaving competitors frozen in his wake. His performance? Slightly better than average, like a lukewarm latte in a snowstorm. The Frostveil Echo illuminated his path, projecting ghostly images of past victories under the moonlight. "The truth is out there," Mulder would say, and Jared's finding it—one icy throw at a time. Why am I still here? Because apparently, someone thought a disc golf league needed a supernatural soap opera. Will Jared thaw the mystery, or will he just keep chilling? Stay frosty, folks. Final week, final freeze—no more tag swaps. The Frostveil Echo glows brighter than my will to live.