
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a plot twist hotter than a Yeti in yoga pants, Boston Jones defrosted his game, leaping 57 spots with Shadowrime Echo. The tag's ghostly whispers must've said "stop shanking" as he matched his average while slightly outpacing the field. This is the disc golf equivalent of finding a dead body wrapped in plastic - unexpected and vaguely unsettling. Cue Twin Peaks music.
The Echo's icy glow intensified as Boston navigated Art Dye's frozen fairways, probably because he finally stopped tripping over roots. But seriously, why am I narrating tag numbers like they're Game of Thrones characters? This software is colder than the Shadowrime Echo's origin story.
Will Boston's hot streak melt the winter's veil, or will he just chill out again? Find out next week in this frozen fever dream!