From Trash Talk to Tee Times:

The RVA League for Questionable Golfers

It began in the crucible of all great modern ideas: a group chat. A gauntlet of trash talk was thrown. A challenge was issued. Then, in a moment of what can only be described as a catastrophic lapse in judgment, it was accepted. And just like that, the least prestigious, most entertaining golf league in Richmond was born.

Welcome to the club for the rest of us. Fueled by 10% skill and 90% unwarranted confidence, we're a group of guys who decided the best way to settle a score is to create a whole season of them. If you love the idea of golf more than your actual ability to play it, and you believe a bad shot is just the setup for a good punchline, then congratulations—you're home.

Our Ridiculously Simple (and Flexible) Philosophy

These are the sacred, beer-stained tenets on which our league is built. If you can nod along to these, we want you.

All Swings Welcome: Are you a scratch golfer? Are you a human rain delay who considers a triple bogey "getting your money's worth"? Perfect. We don't care about your handicap, just your ability to laugh when your perfectly planned shot sails into the next zip code. Skill is optional; a sense of humor is not.
The "Seemingly Honest" Clause: We operate on what we call a "trust, but verify you're not a complete degenerate" honor system. We trust you to count all your strokes. We also trust that some strokes are too ugly to be acknowledged. Did your ball hit a tree and ricochet forward? That's a "skill shot." Did you need three chips to get on the green? We only saw the last one. It all evens out when we're roasting each other in the clubhouse.
The Real Golden Rule: The number one objective is to have a good time. If you're not laughing at your shanks, your buddy's whiffs, or the sheer injustice of a perfectly struck ball finding the only water hazard on the course, you're doing it wrong.

A Format for Every Flaw: How We Keep It (Somewhat) Fair

Worried your 3-foot putt has the accuracy of a weather forecast? Don't be. We mix up the game formats to make sure everyone has a chance to contribute (or at least not single-handedly sink their team).

Scrambles: The ultimate "teamwork makes the dream work" format. Everyone hits, you pick the best shot, and play from there. It's the perfect way to make one good golfer look like a genius and three hackers feel like they helped.
Best Ball: Everyone plays their ball, but the team takes the best score on each hole. This is your chance to be a hero for one glorious hole, even if the other 17 are a dumpster fire.
Shamble: A delightful hybrid. Everyone tees off, you pick the best drive, and then everyone plays their own ball from that spot. It’s like a scramble, but with more opportunities for individual failure and triumph.
Secret, Ridiculous Formats: We might throw in a "Three-Club Challenge" or a "Worst-Putt-Doesn't-Count" round just to keep things weird.
It always changes to keep you on your toes, and make it fun.

How This Traveling Circus Works

We keep things interesting by never staying in one place long enough for them to learn our names.

A Tour de Richmond: We don't have a home course because, frankly, that requires commitment. We bounce around the greater Richmond area, gracing various clubs with our unique brand of chaos. This keeps the challenge fresh and ensures no single course has to put up with us more than once or twice a season.
Prizes & Punchlines: Yes, there are actual prizes! They range from "genuinely useful" (think sleeves of Pro V1s you'll lose on the first hole) to "genuinely insulting" (a lovingly crafted trophy for 'Most Sand Traps Visited'). The jokes, however, are always free and plentiful. You've been warned.

So, You In or What?

Look, if you're searching for a hyper-competitive league to sharpen your skills for Q-school, you've taken the wrong turn. We suggest you back away slowly.

But if you're looking for an excuse to get outside, complain about slow play, celebrate a par like you just won the Masters, and share a laugh with a great group of people, then what are you waiting for?