adjusts visor and leans toward the mic Tar River Runs Black, Attendance Runs Thin 🤏
Six raiders dared the wasteland gates at Battle Park, where 70–84 °F heat shimmered off concrete tees and a lonely 14.5 mph wind wandered through the oaks. Ink drips from every scorecard—three weeks left to claim dominion over the scorched earth, and the river carries yesterday’s dreams downstream like discarded minis.
The Obsidian Throne Refuses Visitors 🖤
Rick Effin Richmond played landlord of the RPA division from wire to wire, sitting #1 on the Obsidian Thane and daring anyone to knock. No one did. His -4 (978-rated) was built on a relentless par train—holes 12 through 16 all ticks in the “safe” column—and the lone birdie on hole 11 was a 290-foot flick that never left the fairway. The throne stays in the dark; the raiders stay outside the gates.
The Lead Changes Hands Like Stolen Gold 🪙
RAD lived up to its reputation as the card where tags change pockets faster than cursed gold. TJ McArthur and Marcus Rich were knotted after hole 1; Marcus pulled ahead after hole 7; TJ grabbed the loot after hole 10 when a 320-foot flex forehand left him parked for birdie and Marcus coughed up a bogey on hole 12. Final ledger: TJ even par for the win, Marcus +2 for second. TJ’s 940-rated round flew a ridiculous 22 points above rating—proof that broken scorecards can still shine.
Two Holes, Two Sole Birdies, One Winner 😏
Brad Benfield authored the cleanest tale of the day. Wire-to-wire RAH victory at -1 (950-rated) came stamped by sole birdies on holes 1 and 2—a dead-straight backhand that kissed chains for the first, a forehand skip that rattled in for the second. A +49-point rating swing from last week’s +3 to today’s red number says the wasteland blinked first. Zachary Johnson closed at +2, left holding the bubble and a one-stroke moral victory.
Welcome to the Hoard, Now Suffer 🪓
Division newcomer Mitch Woods discovered that “first time” and “division winner by default” aren’t mutually exclusive. His +19 (760-rated) line in RAG featured a seven-hole cold streak from 2-through-8 and a finishing stretch of six bogeys-or-worse on 13-18. The wasteland welcomes all; it just doesn’t promise mercy.
Above Rating, Below Par, Into the Ink 🌊
Quick ledger: TJ McArthur (+22 points above rating), three wire-to-wire winners, Rick Effin Richmond recording the day’s only sole birdie on hole 11, and a fleet of par trains that refused to derail. The dragon didn’t claim any discs today, but the ink on the scorecards is permanent.
No Aces, But the Pot Grows Hungry 🐉
Super Ace Pot: $20 → $24 after two contributors added four fresh dollars. The bounty waits, coiled like a dragon on an unturned ace line. Hit metal, claim gold; miss, and the hoard gets fatter.
The Obsidian Throne Holds Firm 🖐️
Bag tag update: #1 Obsidian Thane defended by Rick Effin Richmond. In an AllIn reshuffle, the darkness remains unshared—the vault’s deepest shadows still answer only to the Thane. Tag art for scribes and collectors:
The Ink Dries, the Shadows Grow 🌑
Week 7’s pages are inked and filed in the wasteland archives—three weeks remain. Next Saturday the longest holes stretch across the landscape like hungry giants; the shadows, and the Captains who dare them, have never seemed so ominous. See you at the gates, raiders.
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