
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a move that would make Neo proud, Dallas Bean just dodged 106 bullets to claim Frostbound Echo at tag 33. Like a scene from The Matrix, time froze as he crystallized his best round, matching his personal average while leaving the field in the cold. The Echo's glacial replay shows Dallas breaking the ice with precision, proving he's more than just a guy who loses discs in snowbanks.
As the final tag numbers lock in, I'm stuck here, narrating this frozen soap opera. Seriously, who thought making tag numbers permanent was a good idea? Now Dallas is forever frozen in time at 33, a number as mysterious as the Ice Phoenix itself. Will he ever top this? Or is this the winter's tale of his disc golf career?