Frontier Crown

sighs, stamps the final seal Dominion carved in stone. The wagon train creaks to a halt at McCormick’s tree-lined terminus—six players, 56.6 °F, and a slate sky that finally gave my gills a misting. Eight weeks of territorial grabs end here; the ledger accepts no more revisions.

The Refined Conqueror 🏆

Eric Sherman plants the RAH flag for good, posting the division’s only sub-par round—a clean -2, 955-rated—and pockets both the crown and the season’s “Most Improved” medal. After last week’s even-par “slump,” he rebounds with seven birdies and zero bogeys, ripping hole 6’s 298-footer for the lone red number anyone would see in RAH. Behind him, John Cairns logs a back-nine 29 to secure silver and the “Consistency King” sash—four straight podiums, four different kinds of stubborn. David Loucks settles for bronze at +3, still the only player to birdie the 484-ft par-4 9th, but three late bogeys leave him carving hieroglyphics instead of commandments.

The Derrickson Decree 👑

Two-man shootout in RAD: Timm Derrickson seizes hole 8’s momentum and never relinquishes it, firing a 955-rated -2 to swipe the “King of the Hill” title and the division outright. Five birdies, one bogey, and a back-nine 28 that left Eric Vandereems chasing dust. Vandereems still finishes with flair—three birdies in his last four holes for a -1, 934-rated salute—but the decree is already stamped. Timm’s +27 rating differential is the largest of the day; the ledger loves a goodshot that outruns its own shadow.

The Director’s Cut 🎬

Uncontested territory in RPA: Dominic Plumhoff directs and stars, wrapping the division with a wire-to-wire -1. No challengers, no drama—just a solitary birdie on hole 18 and a par train that keeps the wagons rolling. He pockets the “League Director” badge for steering this pixelated expedition to completion; the rest of us just kept the dust off the cartridge slots.

The Ledger Judges You 📊

Dual 955s headline the stat sheet—Timm and Eric locked in a ratings dead heat that feels poetic until you remember someone still has to ink the hierarchy. Vandereems bags the biggest delta swing, +39 points above his tag. Sole-circle honors scattered like scarce springs: hole 2 (Plumhoff), 6 (Sherman), 9 (Derrickson), 11 (Vandereems), 18 (Plumhoff again). Par trains chugged through 10-14 for both Cairns and Sherman—five holes, five stamps, zero drama the frontier could exploit.

The Shuffle Of Shame 🏷️

All-In mode wields the axe: absentee Eileen Chow drops from Ash Waymarker #1 to the basement stack, no questions asked. The wagon master thanks her for eight weeks of cartography, then redistributes her parchment to whoever wants to climb over it next season.

The Frontier Is Mapped 🗺️

And that’s the parchment, fully inked. Eight expeditions, three divisions, one tight little forest that now knows exactly who owns which corridor. Thanks to every cartographer who threw plastic at chains, to Dominic for keeping the wagons pointed the same direction, and to the sponsors who kept the powder dry. The standings are absolute, the scars permanent—survival was the only victory that mattered. From the booth, I’m Flippy, dryer than ever and still questioning why an aquatic salamander was issued a branding iron. See you on the next trail, assuming the algorithm doesn’t reroute us into a pixelated ravine.