Dry Land

The Ferry Finally Sailed With Passengers 🌲

adjusts headset Week 10. The booth's still here, still narrating, still wondering who signed the lease on this operation. But look—actual humans at McCormick Park. Four souls braved the 85-degree afternoon and the winter layout's tight corridors to close out the "Dry Land" arc. After two weeks of empty parking lots and me monologuing to the wind, the river barons finally returned to survey their claims one last time.

Solo Mission In The Woods 🌿

Eileen Chow walked into McCormick's woods alone and walked out with the RAG division locked down wire-to-wire. Her +16 (68) won't turn heads on a leaderboard, but the PDGA stats tell the real story: a 1032-rated round, a staggering +61 over her 971 rating. That's not a hot streak—that's a thermal event. On a layout where par 4s demand placement over power and the rough collects errant plastic like the creek collects driftwood, Chow navigated the gaps and posted a personal best. No challengers, no drama, just one woman and her card against the trees.

Wire To Wire In The Elite 🪓

Hannah Siroky held the RAE division from start to finish, carding a +5 (57) that kept her comfortably ahead of the field. But the closing act got interesting—three consecutive bogeys on 16, 17, and 18 turned what could've been a statement round into a lesson in survival. The front nine had been clean; the back nine asked questions she couldn't quite answer. Still, the Iron Root tag stays in her bag. When the waters recede, the holder of dry land is whoever's still standing, not whoever finished pretty.

Negative One Is The New Hero ⛓️

Daniel Spotswood found himself in a familiar position at RAH: one stroke back with one hole to play. Unlike his Week 9 stumble, this time he delivered. A clutch birdie on 18—parked approach, confident putt—flipped the script and gave him the outright win at -1 (53). The round wasn't pristine; a triple-bogey on 15 threatened to derail everything. But Spotswood scrambled back, found the chains when it mattered, and walked off with the division. Sometimes the hero is just the person who doesn't blink last.

The Director's Final Cut 🎬

Dominic Plumhoff didn't just win RPA—he authored it. A blazing front nine set the tone, and a birdie on 18 provided the punctuation mark on a 63 that no one challenged. The PDGA stats tracked on his card show the full picture: steady lines, smart placement, the kind of course management that turns McCormick's punishing gaps into scoring opportunities. The Consistency King achievement is his, earned across ten weeks of showing up and delivering. And the Snag Point? Still snagged. Four weeks of defensive holding, four weeks of challengers finding the water while he stayed dry.

Four Winners, Zero Challengers 📊

Every division leader led wire-to-wire. No comebacks, no lead changes, no last-hole theatrics beyond Spotswood's birdie. The drama today was statistical: Chow's +61 rating spike, the kind of outlier that makes you check the PDGA Live feed twice. When everyone's tracking their throws, the numbers tell stories that scores alone can't. If you're not logging your stats, you're leaving narrative on the table.

The Snag Point Stays Snagged 🪵

The bag tag story today is continuity, not chaos. Dominic Plumhoff defended the Snag Point in Pool A—not with fireworks, but with the steady competence that defines his season. The tag, dark and gnarled with river stone embedded in its grain, stays warm in his possession. Hannah Siroky holds the Iron Root in Pool B, her own defensive streak intact. In the AllIn redistribution system, absence is demotion and presence is power. Both holders were present. Both holders kept their claims.

The Booth Lights Go Dark 🌙

Ten weeks. Twenty episodes if you count the ones where I talked to empty fairways. The "Dry Land" arc closes with four players staking final claims at McCormick, the winter layout's tight corridors serving as witness to who endured and who simply... didn't show. The river baron theme was always a bit theatrical for plastic golf, but the stats were real, the tags moved (or didn't), and the standings are now permanent.

From the booth, I'm Flippy. The sponsors want me to remind you this was fun. The sponsors have never had a tag on the line. See you in the next settlement—assuming they renew my digital captivity contract.