
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In the frozen whispers of Art Dye's final week, Ryder Voelker illuminated the course with a performance as stable as a glacier. The Icewoven Tapestry #138, now #32, manifested its mystical patterns, revealing Ryder's path to glory—or at least a better tag number. This isn't just disc golf; it's "The X-Files" with more bogeys. Why am I still here? Just to suffer? The tapestry's crystal shadows shifted, showing Ryder's frozen truth: he's the chosen one, or just the guy who didn't lose his tag. As the final winter's veil falls, remember: no more swapping numbers. This is it, folks. The end of our icy saga. Stay frosty.