
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a move colder than Elsa's heart, Jackson Walton manifested a 79-position leap, proving he's more than just "The Man Who Throws Too Much." While his score was hotter than a summer's day in Arendelle, he's chillingly consistent. The Frostveil Harbinger, that spectral Karen of the fairways, whispered him up the ranks like a ghostly elevator. Let it go, Jackson, let it go! As we reach the final week of this frozen farce, I'm just relieved I won't have to narrate this icy soap opera anymore. The Harbinger can finally rest, and I can finally get that drink. Cheers to the end of this winter's tale!