White tees. Always.
Every round, every course, every week. If you tee it up from the blues, congratulations — that round doesn't exist.
Governed by the commissioner of THE CUP. Arguments may be filed in the trash talk feed, where they will be ignored.
Every round, every course, every week. If you tee it up from the blues, congratulations — that round doesn't exist.
Muni, resort, goat track — your call. The handicap math levels it out, so stop shopping for an easy card.
That 14-incher is still a stroke. That opening slice into the parking lot is still in play. Putt it out like an adult.
No stroke-and-distance death march. Drop it laterally into the fairway, add one penalty stroke, keep the pace moving.
Ball may NOT be touched in the rough. Play it as it lies, hero. In the fairway you may adjust and improve your lie.
Triple-bogey-plus meltdowns get capped. Snowman on a par 4 becomes an 8 and we all move on with our lives.
No card, no count — and your team eats the missing score. Handicaps auto-adjust weekly off your logged rounds.