For thirty-six years the results lived in one spiral notebook — an address book, actually, with a rotary telephone printed at the top of every page. This is that book, transcribed line for line.
It starts on August 25, 1990 at St. Charles Golf Course — spelled “Coudse” in the book, and we are not correcting it. Robin, Jack Jr., Don “Dogger” and Jerry shot 75. So did Jack Sr.’s team. The word PLAYOFF sits between them, and whatever happened next was never written down.
The tournament moved four times — St. Charles to Lakewood for a single year, then Normandie, Riverside, and Paradise Valley. The scorekeeper’s handwriting moved with it: careful ballpoint capitals in the nineties, pencil by 2019.
Everything on this site is transcribed straight from those pages — including the misspellings, the crossed-out names, and the one entry where the scorekeeper wrote “Matt (?)” because even he wasn’t sure.
Champions, course, and score where the book recorded one. Open any year for the full podium.
The fifteenth tournament was never played. The page carries the year, the word, and nothing else.
The thirty-first tournament was never played. One word in pencil, on a page that still got its own numbered tab.
Every podium finish since 1990. Click a name to see their years.
The same page that records the first year of the traveling cup also reports that lightning struck a tree on the #2 tee box.
Shot twice — 2015 and 2016 — both times by a three-player team.
2016 at Riverside. Two strokes covered the entire podium.
2002, a five-man team at 62. The only year anyone recorded par.
Three straight. The 2018 win came out of a scorecard playoff between two 63s.
On a podium in four different decades, from 1992 to 2024.
Nobody has finished top-three more often — but only six of those were wins.
More bronze than anyone in the book, by a distance.
Marked “* Rain Out Match” and pushed to September 23 — the latest date of the first decade.
The notebook recorded scores. It did not record the weather, the arguments, or what happened at the turn.
Our team was locked and "loaded" this year. Jerry & Lou took down a 30 pack during the 18 holes and I'm pretty sure Rich brought his gun and was scaring the ball into the hole. Patrick helped out a couple times.
Open to everyone. No account, no password — just add your name.
From 2026 on, each finish gets a photo. Three slots per year, filled at the course.
Print-on-demand, shipped direct. The crest goes on the left chest; EST. 1990 on the sleeve. No inventory, no boxes in anyone’s garage.
A four-dollar margin covers the domain and the database for the year. Anything left over goes in the pot for the next tournament.