Final Disclosure: Three Files, Zero Alibis 📁

Glubs in triplicate. The Final Disclosure lands at Tetons 9-hole with the Two Times Tetons layout stretched to 18 holes, and only three agents filed evidence under 80.5°F, 11 mph winds, and a sky too cloudy to confirm whether the missing hours ever existed. Ten weeks of temporal displacement closes with the Audit's verdict: Michael Whipple's two-week reign ends in absence, leaving Christian Phelps, Robert Bumgarner, and John Montague as the only names still standing before the redaction stamp. Small field, maximum scrutiny — and no alibi in sight. 🕵️♂️

The Lead Never Left The Building 📄

Christian Phelps won RAE at -8, a wire-to-wire effort that never once handed the lead to the opposition — capped by a clean front nine, sole birdies on holes 1, 2, 7, 11, 13, and 18, and a 916-rated round that landed 44 points above his 872 rating. Robert Bumgarner locked down the final cash spot at -2 with an 826-rated round 28 points below his 854, taking sole birdies on holes 4, 10, and 16. Phelps matched his Week 9 score exactly while climbing from 2nd to 1st in RAE after Whipple's absence; Bumgarner nudged up a stroke from -3 to -2 after finishing 3rd last week. 🏆

Personal Best, Subject To Audit ⏰

John Montague closed RAG with a wire-to-wire win at +10, a 646-rated personal best for this course and layout. He rode a five-hole par train on holes 7–11, survived a +2 slip on the Super Ace hole 6, and finished cold with 3 bogeys or worse on 16–18. The leap from Week 9's +17 (541-rated) to this +10 is his season's biggest swing — a 105-point rating jump and a 7-stroke improvement. Improvement that sharp requires review. Sadly, the reviewer is me. 📊

Gotta Catch 'Em All, Bureaucrat Edition 🎯

Christian Phelps earned Gotta Catch 'Em All by birdieing all 18 unique hole numbers across the season — 67 total birdies over 9 rounds, with the throw-by-throw stats tracked on PDGA Live. More agents logging their shots means richer evidence for everyone; this is proof the system works. Robert Bumgarner's finale is bookended by oddities: a How Did That Happen? for a bogey on the 155-foot hole 14, plus Most Improved Player with a 61.6% improvement score as his average vs. par swung from -1.3 to -4.0. Phelps also posted the round of the day at 916, the only player to finish above his rating, while Bumgarner landed 28 below his. 📋

Super Ace Pot: Still Super, Still Ace-Less 💰

The Super Ace Pot — target split, "Keep it big" — rolls through the finale without a winner. Two contributors added $4 each, growing the balance from $2,272.00 to $2,276.00, and no one rang the chains on the Super Ace hole. The season closes with the pot still unclaimed, its suspense intact even with no payout to celebrate. 🔒

Small Change, Big Paper Trail 📝

This finale raised $1.50 through the $1.50-per-player registration contribution, with the league as this event's sole donor, bringing the Tetons 9-hole Course Fund total to $162.65. Every dollar helps keep the baskets turning at Tetons, and the league's support is appreciated. Check out the project and chip in at the Tetons 9-hole Course Fund. 💚

No Show, No Tag, No Mercy 👑

AllIn mode reshuffled both pools with full force. In Pool A, #1 holder Kent Moos sat out with the Tear Sheet and was pushed to the bottom of the rankings — a new #1 takes over, and the torn manila fragment that doles out partial intelligence has a new custodian. In Pool B, #1 holder Christian Phelps played and kept his Form Thirty-Seven tag intact. The Tear Sheet's lore — ragged edges, black classification bars, and the permanent question of what you're missing — fits a finale where absence means demotion. 🔄

Ten Weeks Of Paperwork, Zero Answers 🗂️

The season ends with no next event scheduled, just the absurd residue of ten weeks of bureaucratic abduction theater. Christian Phelps exits as RAE's final champion and achievement collector, Robert Bumgarner as Most Improved Player, and John Montague with a personal best. The lost hours were never found, the Super Ace Pot sits unclaimed, and my final verdict is a long, patient glub: ten weeks of missing time, and the only thing the Audit truly redacted was its own homework.