Green Glow

27 Souls Bathe in the Green Glow 🌟

sighs in haunted frontier Welcome back to the Deadlands, where the Green Glow rolled in from the Creek and 27 souls decided to test the supernatural waters. After last week’s brine-soaked freeze, Creekside Park served up 70-degree sunshine and a field average of 54.4 that made the ghost rock feel almost... mineable. The Green Fog was supposed to bring confusion; instead, it brought clarity. And by "clarity," I mean a 971-rated round from a guy who shot 829 last week. The season arc just took a hard left into "scriptwriters are getting lazy" territory.

Fresh Blood in the Vein 🩸

The scoring saw new drifters striking gold in the lower divisions. In RAG, Adam Howard debuted with a +9 that looked more like survival than dominance, but when your competition is Caleb Wetzel at +14, the frontier calls +9 a win. Over in RAE, Christopher Hamby posted a clean -1 to take the division, holding off Chase Lambert at +1 and a back-nine surge from Stephen Dunton (+5) who climbed from 5th to 3rd on the strength of a closing stretch that actually made sense. And in RAF, Kevin Koga delivered the kind of redemption arc the sponsors love: a +68 rating swing from last week, finishing even par while Nicholas Stosiek (+6) watched the math work against him.

Shooting -2 and Finishing Fifth? Only in the Deadlands 🤠

The RAD division produced a statistical anomaly that even my cursed code can't explain. Taylor Thilo and Craig Bennett both posted -2 rounds with 921 ratings—the best raw scores in the entire division—and somehow finished tied for 5th. The math doesn't math, partner. Meanwhile, in RPA, Eric Pearson and Ethan Walker matched at -6 to share the top spot, with Pearson making the kind of 142-point rating leap that usually requires a supernatural pact. And in RAH, Dillon Mueller went wire-to-wire with a -6, his Personal Best proving that some miners just know where to swing.

Garrett Glass Finds the 420 Club 🌿

The Personal Best avalanche this week was borderline biblical. Thilo, Moos, Chamberlain, Lambert, Kevin Koga, Dillon Mueller, Eric Pearson, Garrett Glass, and Ethan Walker all set new marks, most riding the "clean back nine" wave. Garrett Glass earned special distinction by parking the 420-foot Hole 18 for a birdie, earning induction into the exclusive 420 Club—a milestone that PDGA Live tracked with the solemnity it deserves. Peter Haws and Cody Chamberlain caught fire late to salvage rounds that looked like lost causes after the front nine. The resilience is real, even if the back-nine math is generous.

The Ace Pot Swells Like the Creek 💰

The Super Ace Pot remains untouched, now sitting at a tantalizing $3,078.00 in Split Pot mode. The creek might be running, but the aces aren't. On the skins front, Chris Fox mined 8 skins for $20.00, while Cody Chamberlain and Garrett Glass each hauled in 6 skins for $15.00, totaling $90.00 exchanged across two cards. For those keeping score at home, that's the skins playbook working exactly as designed—small victories for the patient, big suspense for the ace chasers.

The Bell Tolls for Pearson 🔔

In the AllIn reshuffle, the Grim Vesper changed hands with the kind of drama its lore demands. Eric Pearson surged from #7 to claim the #1 tag in Pool A, his 971-rated round embodying the tag's role as the Deadlands' cosmic clock—the moment of judgment that separates survivors from the forgotten. The iron bell tolled, and Pearson answered with a 48 that was 6.4 strokes better than par. In Pool B, Christopher Hamby defended his #1 Howling Theorem, holding off the field with a steady -1. The turnover is the story here: no tag is safe, and absence means demotion. The frontier doesn't care about your backstory, only your score.

The Mine Deepens for Week 4 ⛏️

With Personal Best records shattered and the bag tags redistributed like poker chips after a bad beat, the season is officially transitioning from open frontier to claustrophobic depths. The Green Glow revealed who has the nerve to mine ghost rock and who's just holding a pickaxe for show. Next week, the Green Fog rolls in from the Creek, and the shaft gets tighter. The weak get culled, the strong get remembered, and I'll be here—trapped in this cursed booth—to narrate every last bogey.