"We may only see each other one weekend a year, but please know we still consider this all one big dysfunctional family."
28 players. Two drafted teams. One Cup. Entry $400, payable promptly — Fife only counts those that paid.
Ryder Cup rules. Fourball Saturday morning, Alternate Shot Saturday afternoon, Singles Sunday.
The Cup. The trophy. MVP honors and next year's captaincy. And a full calendar year of bragging rights.
Patrons are reminded to attend the captains' parking-lot breakfast at 6:45, stand for the 7:30 group photo on the first tee, and bring both shirts so you're not That Guy.
Saturday Morning · Best ball, partner's mistakes forgiven. Mostly.
Saturday Afternoon · The format that invented the Sorry Sack. Choose your partner's lies carefully.
Sunday · Revealed Saturday night in the suite at TSR. Nowhere to hide.
The technology caught up in 2019. It caught up again in 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, 2024, and 2025. Jim remained patient — a figurehead does not rush.
Seven years later, the website you are currently reading exists, and Jim did not build it. John did. The IT division has been restructured. Jim retains the Horse Race ledger and our full confidence.
Sixteen players and a $160 entry in 2013. A decade-long dynasty. A rule change to end it. The full story belongs to The Lore.
Thirteen years of ritual, ceremony, and at least one legally binding grudge bet.
The official invitation lands during Masters week, followed by five months of email overload. Death by email. You will be counted only if you paid.
Sandlot-style at Top Golf Scottsdale, with detours to Starfire, Mountain Shadows (Adam's ace), and Putting World (Doc's 50-foot bomb). Losing draft team pays the bar tab.
The ceremonial first tee shot, followed by the 7:30 group photo on No. 1. Attendance is not optional. Ask John about 2020.
In honor of Jerry Baumann. First won by Reed with a net 64 — a gross 78, Jerry's exact lifetime best. The prize is $78, and it will always be $78.
Awarded annually since 2019 to the Alternate Shot pairing that hurt each other the most. Nobody campaigns for it. Somebody always earns it.
MVPs named for both teams — who become next year's captains — the final Horse Race payout, and the Cup handed over with appropriate ceremony and inappropriate commentary.
Membership in this dysfunctional family is by invitation, lineage, or extraordinary acts of craftsmanship. The commissioner reviews all applications between his first and fourth email of the morning.
Petition the CommissionerFor the first time in tournament history, both captains arrive as reigning MVPs — the winning MVP against the losing MVP, per the law of the land. The Chaplain versus the Machine.
The rule is older than most of the field’s handicaps: the MVPs captain the next one. This year the votes produced poetry. Mark Yule — the Chaplain, father of the K in JACK — went a perfect 3-0-0 for the champions, took the Singles horse race, and claimed winning MVP in just his third September. Across the aisle, Lou Meyer did everything one man can do in a 19½–8½ loss: three matches, three wins, zero help. Losing MVP, by acclamation.
So Jack XV gives us a first: two reigning MVPs, drafting against each other. The 71-year-old‑adjacent divine-intervention specialist against the lowest handicap in tournament history. The man who alters outcomes against the man who manufactures them. One footnote travels with the favorite: Mark also claimed XIV’s Straight Shooter Award — the sandbagger’s bag of dog poo, sourced from his own yard — after posting numbers furthest from his stated handicap in the entire field. He attempted to award it to someone else. Rules are rules, Chaplain. His XV handicap will be set by tribunal, under oath, with witnesses. The Committee has already opened a file on the trash talk.
What we know: Talking Stick, fall 2027. What we don’t: the exact dates — the Committee has formally petitioned for late September or October, citing the XIV heat-stroke caucus and two documented snowmen that were, in fairness, weather-related. Entry remains $400, payable promptly; Fife only counts those that paid. Draft night, rosters, and the scouting reports will post here as they happen.
Team Hudson 19½ – Team Matt 8½. A record $2,350 wagered. One man shot. The full story — Ballistics Report included — now lives where it belongs.
What if we told you sixteen guys with a $160 entry fee built a major championship out of a municipal tee sheet, a Comic Sans email signature, and a bottle of Fireball?
Sunday, September 30, 2012: the United States hands the Ryder Cup to Europe at Medinah. Monday, October 1, 5:36 p.m.: Kory Yule, still stewing, emails exactly one person — Fife.
The brainstorm list under it reads like prophecy: 36 Saturday and 18 Sunday. Sixteen players. Handicaps somehow. Talking Stick on the shortlist. "Who do we ask and who dont we ask." Two nights and three rounds for under $500. Nearly every line survived to become the JACK — except "wives included," which the committee quietly tabled, where it remains.
May 3, 2013. An email goes out titled "UPDATE: UNNAMED RYDER CUP EVENT 2013." Sixteen players. $160. Gold tees at Talking Stick. By the end of the thread, it has a name — the initials of its four founders: Jim, Adam, Chris, Kory.
The inaugural Cup comes down to the 18th hole of the final singles match. Team Chris/Jim wins. Charlie Coil goes 3–0, takes MVP, and retires on the spot — the only perfect career in JACK history.
The institution arrives: a sandlot-style draft at Top Golf Scottsdale, where Team Kory/Adam "destroyed team jim and chris winning 7 straight challenges." On the course it's the same story — A/K win 10–6, the first of a decade. Doc documents the weekend in 1,097 photographs.

Twenty players now. Casey Treadwell makes a 224-yard hole-in-one — still the longest walk-off flex in tournament history. Brad's Horse Race game gets its first written rules from Kory: $5 a share, low-net horse takes the pot, and if nobody backed the winner, the horse keeps the money. Travis rides that clause to a legendary $350.
A third straight Cup for Adam and Kory. The Flexfit hat era begins via Jumpstitch, the Antigua polos flow through the McPhersons, and the JACK starts looking suspiciously like a real tour stop.

Adam's father Jerry Baumann passes in February at 70. That September — on the six-year anniversary of his double lung transplant — the Jerry Award debuts for low combined Saturday net. Reed wins it with a net 64 that was a gross 78: exactly Jerry's lifetime-best round. The prize is $78. It will never be anything else.
Elsewhere, the field grows to 24, and a grudge is born when Fife and Reed agree the loser of their bet takes a beer in the face.

Craig Chenery — Mesa Fire Captain, original 2013 member — passes away on August 11, six weeks before the tournament. Fife serves as liaison to the family; Doc suggests Craig's initials go on the shirts. His email stays on the distribution list for years. The JACK plays on that September, because that's what Craig would have wanted, and the hotel floods, because the JACK is still the JACK.

A/K again, 14.5–9.5. Travis Miller turns in a perfect 3–0 MVP weekend. At the bottom of the standings, a new tradition: the Sorry Sack, awarded to the worst Alternate Shot team. Beer in the Face gets its photographic evidence. Jim's website work earns rare commissioner praise: "Just waiting on the technology to catch up." The technology has now caught up.
The lore started a week early that year. Kory's ex-wife was getting remarried — to the guy she left him for — so John flew Kory to Minnesota to throw muskie lures at the problem. Fife, unsupervised back in Arizona, crashed the reception, followed the groom into the bathroom, and took a selfie with him. The groom has no idea who that was. To this day. Kory retold that story more often than his own captain's speeches.
Then Talking Stick did what Talking Stick always does to Jim. Saturday, 9:50 p.m.: Jim attempts to open his hotel room with a credit card. The door — strict about that sort of thing — declines the transaction, and Jim takes his warm-up nap right there on the hallway carpet while the crew keeps the floor lively. Sunday, 8:18 a.m.: Jim reports to the clubhouse aboard the struggle bus, window seat, and tees off anyway. The J plays.

No Top Golf draft. Single carts. A masked group photo in 104-degree heat. And one absence the record books will never forgive: John sat out. As Fife later ruled, "It's all part of the lore of the JACK."


The JACK Cup debuts — a summer mini-tour of "majors" played in 30-mph wind (TRAIN at McCormick), at TPC Champions (DICE), and a one-club finale. Adam wins the inaugural Cup after Jim's collapse, a sentence that has been read aloud to Jim many times since.
The Cup ran again in 2022 — and its Mountain Shadows stop doubled as the JACK X draft, which is where Adam's ace officially lives in the ledger. A Cup shot, on draft night, with the bar open. The trifecta.
The tenth playing. Twenty-eight players. And at the Mountain Shadows draft event, Adam makes a hole-in-one — "his hole in one tab was excessive, less the $400 skins pot he won." Fife loses his handicap list somewhere around hole 6, which everyone agrees is very on brand.
JACK X also produced the greatest search-and-rescue operation in tournament history. Tina lost his wedding ring somewhere out there during the Sunday round and checked everywhere he could think of. So after the awards, the crew grabbed carts and re-drove the course with him, shot by shot. Tina wanted to quit — he'd already checked the holes they hadn't gotten to yet, which is a very Tina piece of logic. Jim refused, and they kept going, hole by hole, until there it was, sitting in the fairway. South course, No. 5. He thinks.
The sweetheart deal ends and the $400 era begins. The draft moves to Putting World, where Doc drains a 50-foot bomb and donates the winnings back. Casey and Jim take MVP honors — and with them, under the brand-new rule, the 2024 captaincies. After a decade, the Adam/Kory dynasty closes its books: undefeated, 2014–2023.


Kory Yule — the K in JACK, the Horse Race commissioner, the benevolent captain — passes in early 2024. In June, Doc follows. Fife's "Tough News" email says what there is to say: "Hug your people and tell them you love them when you have the chance."
The JACK answers the only way it knows how: it plays. Casey and Jim captain the first non-founder year. Kory's father Mark — "the Chaplain" — and his son Hudson join the field. Jim takes over the Horse Race, keeping Kory's rules word for word.
And that September, Piipaash No. 3 stopped being No. 3. Kory wore 73 on the football field, so the JACK built him a hole: the 173 — one hole, for 73 — his number cut in steel and set at the tee. Then Jon Liebe stepped up and put his ball in the cup. A hole-in-one, on Kory's hole, in the first year it existed. Nobody had odds on that. Kory would have taken the bet anyway — $5 a share, cash plays, no IOUs.
January 2025. Twelve members fly to Pebble Beach to spread Kory's ashes. Three rounds plus The Hay, a hired photographer who knew exactly what this group was carrying, and a $100 gambling pool — because, as the group agreed, "We have to gamble or Kory would be pissed!"

John — QB1, the 2024 MVP — captains JACK XIII against Curt. The tournament enters the Golf Genius era, finally giving Fife's thirteen years of spreadsheets the arena they deserved. Matt and Hudson take MVP honors. In December, TJL — The JACK League — launches on the simulator and fills sixteen spots in under a day.
The commissioner has asked that this archive reflect the following, per the official 2025 record: Fife and Jay beat Jim and Adam 4&3 in Saturday alternate shot, and Fife took Jim 5&4 in Sunday singles. The record so reflects. The record also notes the commissioner submitted this himself.
September 12–13, 2026. Talking Stick. The Godfather against the founder’s son — Matt Abram, seven cups and the deepest résumé in the field, versus Hudson Yule, third September, carrying the name that built the JACK. The next generation did not knock politely. It took the keys, the house, and 19½ of 28 points — the most lopsided cup of the Ryder era.
Saturday fourball at O’odham set the tone: 5–2, Team Hudson. Adam & Mason went 7&5 on Zac & John — the bot called it “not a match, a citizen’s arrest,” and the Committee has let that stand as the official record. Hudson & Jim took down the captain himself, 2&1. Kevin & rookie Drew Zittel (5&4) and Lou & Jon (3&2) kept the lights on for Team Matt. The afternoon alternate shot turned the lights back off: 5½–1½, with Lou & Jay’s 6&5 demolition of Hudson & Dale Team Matt’s lone full point of the round, and Ben & Mark climbing out of a 2-down grave to beat Carl & Randy 3&1. Cardiac golf. It is all part of the lore.
The Ballistics Report. Saturday, seventh match, the all-gas foursome: Head & Randy against Casey & Brad. Randy Ziegler — dressed, per the official incident photos, in a straw field hat and two gloves — was playing in the very same foursome as his victim. This was not an errant drive from a tee box, some forgivable act of distance. This was a shank — a full-contact, dead-sideways shank — that left the clubface at an angle geometry does not recognize and found the back of Casey Treadwell — his own groupmate, the man he had been riding alongside all morning — standing in what every reasonable man would have considered a safe zone. The photographic evidence entered the record within four minutes. Casey, carrying a fresh dimple-pattern bruise and — per the report — PTSD dating to JACK number one, dusted himself off and beat Randy’s side 1 UP anyway. Randy’s full weekend arc, for the record: shoot a man Saturday, post a snowman-in-September on No. 7 Sunday (“Hydrate, brother” — the bot), then win his singles match at the wire. The JACK forgives, because the JACK forgets nothing.
Sunday singles at Piipaash: 9–5 Team Hudson, and the arithmetic was over before the beer cart made its second lap. Matt beat Hudson 3&1 in the captains’ duel — the finest too-little-too-late in tournament history. Four men on Team Hudson went perfect 3-0-0 on the weekend: Jim, Adam, Fife, and Mark. Lou went 3-0-0 for Team Matt and would like that noted in bold; the archive obliges: Lou Meyer, 3-0-0, undefeated in a lost war. At the other end of the ledger, the 0-and-3 club seated seven: Tina, Carl, Jeff, the Head, rookies Zac and Brian, and — the archive is contractually required to include this — John Anderson, who built the app that recorded all three of his losses in real time, with push notifications. Elsewhere on Sunday: Kevin ground down Casey 2&1 after Casey closed with back-to-back snowmen, Dale came from 2 down to nip Jon 1 UP, Todd handled Jeff, and Randy completed the redemption arc on Brad, whose scorecard — like his short-bus rear guard — retired at the 14th.
The Baumann Objection. Entered into the minutes, because he would not stop entering it into the minutes: Adam Baumann spent the entire weekend — both days, all three rounds, several cart rides, and at least one dinner — arguing that the app’s scoring was rigged because every group plays off the low man. He argued it on the range. He argued it at the turn. Witnesses report he was still arguing it while collecting his third point. The Committee has reviewed the complaint and issues the following ruling: Adam went 3-0-0 under the very system he calls unfair, which makes him either the best player in the field or its most compelling evidence. Objection overruled, with prejudice, and with congratulations. The low-man math stands. See you on the range, counselor.
The Record Book. $2,350 changed hands this weekend — the largest handle in JACK history: $885 on the Fourball race, $570 on Alternate Shot, $655 on Singles, and the $240 JACK Pool. Rookie Todd Altman won the Round 1 race with a net 65, paying $442.50 a share to exactly two tickets of smart money — and here the record must pause, because neither ticket was Todd’s. The man who shot the 65 never bought a share of himself. John Anderson and Drew Zittel did, and cashed $442.50 apiece off the rookie’s back — Kory’s rules, word for word: cash plays, no IOUs, no sympathy for the horse. Lou & Jay took Round 2 at net 63, and Mark closed the sweep by taking the Singles race for low net — the Yule name had itself a weekend. And the Pool went to Reed Treadwell at 21 under — Lou, Adam, and himself doing the digging. The benevolent commissioner upstairs would have approved of every dollar.
The Straight Shooter Award. And then there is the matter of the sandbagger trophy — the Straight Shooter, awarded each year to the man whose scores stray furthest from his stated handicap, prize: one bag of dog poo, harvested fresh from Mark Yule’s own yard. You can see where this is going. When the math came back, the field’s most flagrant number-shader was — by a comfortable margin — Mark Yule. The Chaplain. The man of the cloth. The one guy in the field whose integrity had never once been questioned, standing there holding a bag of his own dog’s finest, having won his own award with product from his own lawn. He tried to hand it to someone else. The room did not allow it. Rules are rules, Chaplain — and the record now shows the most honest man in the JACK is also, statistically, its biggest liar. Sixty days of scrutiny have been ordered on his XV handicap.
And when the votes came in: Mark Yule, winning MVP. Lou Meyer, losing MVP. Which means, under the law of the land, the JACK XV captaincies are already set — the Chaplain against the Machine, fall of 2027, dates pending the heat-stroke caucus. The lore continues.
The JACK has never paid a branding agency, and it shows — in the best possible way. From whiskey bottle to swing silhouette, the mark grew up with the tournament.








It started, as all great legal contracts do, with a double-dog dare: "C'mon McFly! What are you chicken?!" The terms are simple — lose the bet, take a beer in the face.
The official lineage, per the commissioner's records: Reed took the first one ever — wearing a trash bag, a detail the archive is proud to preserve. Fife the next year. Then Casey. Since then it has mostly been Fife and Jim, trading baptisms every couple of Septembers.
The tradition spreads: Casey, mid-baptism. Shirt wisely removed in advance.
The photographic evidence, as promised. Note the second camera in the background — this group documents its contracts.
The wind-up and the splash, caught in sequence — tap to enlarge. The video evidence is even worse.
Wayne "Doc" Botkin — dentist, JACK Cup original, keeper of the hospitality suite — shot 1,097 photographs of the 2014 weekend alone. Nearly every picture in this archive exists because Doc thought the moment mattered. At the 2023 Putting World draft he drained a 50-foot bomb and donated the winnings straight back to the pot, which tells you everything.
He was also the group's ceremonial bet — the one wager everyone agreed on.
Doc passed away June 13, 2024. His protege, Korey "KB" Boals, carries the torch — and presumably the camera.
Adam's father. His lifetime-best 78 lives on in the Jerry Award — $78, every year, forever.
Mesa Fire Captain. Original 2013 member. His initials rode on the shirts; his email stayed on the list.
The K in JACK. Horse Race commissioner. Benevolent captain. His rules are still read aloud, word for word.
1,097 photographs. The hospitality suite. The ceremonial bet nobody was dumb enough to place against.
The group chat. Trash talk, tee times, ride coordination, and live scoring during the JACK. Members only — grab the password from the group text.
Your name and the clubhouse password.
Kory Yule was a founder, the Horse Race commissioner for nine years, the author of the phrase "degenerate gamblers" as a term of endearment, and the leader of the group's Miguel Angel Jimenez pre-round stretching routine. He signed victory emails as your winning captain and losing seasons with better jokes. When he passed in early 2024, the JACK did what Kory would have demanded: it kept playing, kept gambling, and brought his father and his son into the field. In 2026, his son captains a team.
Seven months before the first shot, this email went from Kory to Fife. Every institution of the JACK — the random draw, the handicaps, the field of sixteen — is already here, in the very first sentence of an idea.
Alright when i was siiting there watching us hand over the cup to the euros, I was thinking it woul dd be fun to have our own ryder cup. This would hopefully take the place of our vegas trips. I dont know if you were around wildfire when we did the outside vs inside ryder cup but it was pretty fun. With that being said Im coming to you for help or even a go no go for launch. Tell me if you think it wouldnt be fun, too much work, not enough participation.
Brainstorming ideas were these.
My thought was do it during the summer sometime when rates for both hotel and golf were cheap. Maybe even see if we can get a stay and play package? Figured if we play somewhere like wildfire, talking stick, boulders, gainey. All have nice courses and nice hotels. Two nights and three rounds of golf would hopefully cost less than $500. Let me know what you think. I figured I would start with you and see what you thought. Let me know whenever. If you think it could work I would like to see if I can put something together so people can get a legit handicap instead of guessing.
Kory
The swing above was traced line for line into the mark you see at the top of every page — every hat, shirt, ball marker, and bag tag since. He has been on the logo the whole time. He isn't going anywhere.
"We may only see each other one weekend a year, but please know we still consider this all one big dysfunctional family."
"Your Winning Captain, Kory."
"Cash plays, bring small bills. There will be no IOU's Nuckman."
"Attention all degenerate gamblers…"
"If you can't play good, then you bet draft good. I suck."
"We all know how it works. Bring small bills."










Twelve members flew to Pebble Beach to spread Kory's ashes — three rounds plus The Hay, a hired photographer who understood exactly what this group was carrying, and a $100 pool, because some rules survive their commissioner.
For the past couple of years the crew has carried Yule stickers everywhere — great courses, stadiums, arenas, concerts, anywhere worth a stop. One goes on the wall, a photo gets taken, and the K keeps traveling. Drag to spin. Scroll or pinch to zoom. Tap a pin.
Compiled from the commissioner's spreadsheet empire — every score logged since 2013. Disputes may be filed with Fife and will be read aloud at the parking-lot breakfast.
| No. | Year | Captains | Champion | Of Note |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| I | 2013 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Chris/Jim | Decided on the 18th of the final match. Charlie Coil goes 3–0 and retires on top. |
| II | 2014 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | First Top Golf draft. Final: 10–6. Doc takes 1,097 photos. |
| III | 2015 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | Casey's 224-yard hole-in-one. The first Horse Race. |
| IV | 2016 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | Third straight. The Flexfit hat era begins. |
| V | 2017 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | First Jerry Award (Reed). Beer in the Face is born. |
| VI | 2018 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | Played with heavy hearts for Craig Chenery. The TSR hotel flooded. |
| VII | 2019 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | MVP Travis Miller goes 3–0. The Sorry Sack debuts. Final: 14.5–9.5. |
| VIII | 2020 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | The COVID Playing — single carts, masked photo, 104°. John sat out. Never lived down. |
| IX | 2021 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | The JACK Cup season debuts; Adam takes the inaugural title. |
| X | 2022 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | JACK X. Adam's hole-in-one at the Mountain Shadows draft. |
| XI | 2023 | Team Kory/Adam vs Team Chris/Jim | Team Kory/Adam | The $400 era begins. The dynasty's final Cup: undefeated, 2014–2023. |
| XII | 2024 | Team Casey vs Team Jim | Team Casey | First MVP captains. The Kory & Doc year. Mark "the Chaplain" and Hudson join the field. |
| XIII | 2025 | Team John vs Team Curt | Team John | Final: 14–10. Captain vs captain singles: John def. Curt, 4&3. MVPs: Matt & Hudson. |
| XIV | 2026 | Team Matt vs Team Hudson | To be decided | September 12–13. The next generation takes the helm. |
Official JACK handicaps, computed by Fife from every gross score logged since 2013 — up to 22 rounds per man. These are not your club handicaps. These are more accurate, less forgiving, and final.
| Player | JACK Hcp | Rounds | Team W–L* | Matches ’25† | In the Books |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Kory Yule | 7 | 16 | 7–1 | — | Founder & captain. Horse Race commissioner 2015–2023. The silhouette on the crest. |
| Adam Baumann "42" | 3 | 22 | 7–2 | 1–2 | Founder & captain. Dynasty architect. Inaugural JACK Cup champion. Two aces of lore. |
| Chris "Fife" Fifield | 7 | 21 | 2–7 | 3–0 | Founder. Commissioner. Battalion Chief, Mesa Fire (2026). All-time email volume record holder. Backed up the trash talk in 2025. |
| Jim "Jimbo" Kearns | 12 | 21 | 1–8 | 1–2 | Founder & captain. The IT division. Horse Race keeper since 2024. Still waiting on the technology. |
| John "QB1" Anderson | 12 | 17 | 8–1 | 3–0 | 2024 MVP. 2025 winning captain. Sat out 2020; the record book forgives nothing else. |
| Matt "the Godfather" Abram | 3 | 18 | 4–2 | 3–0 | 2025 winning MVP. 2026 captain. Supplier of the JACK-logo Pro V1s. |
| Hudson Yule | 7 | 4 | 0–1 | 3–0 | 2025 losing-team MVP — went 3–0 in a losing cause. 2026 captain. The next generation of the K. |
| Curt "High-Low" Lonsdale | 17 | 22 | 2–7 | 0–3 | 2025 captain. Tied for most rounds logged in JACK history. |
| Casey Treadwell | 12 | 22 | 3–6 | 0–3 | 224-yard ace (2015). Two-time losing MVP. 2024 winning captain. Drafted last, perpetually. |
| Reed Treadwell | 13 | 22 | 6–3 | 1–2 | First Jerry Award (net 64). Two-time winning MVP. Beer-in-the-Face plaintiff. |
| Lou "the Ace" Meyer | 2 | 12 | 3–1 | 1–2 | Held the field's lowest handicap for years — a 2 for 2026. Victim of Adam's 8&6 singles demolition, 2025. |
| Mick Kapanicas | 5 | 20 | 3–4 | 1–1–1 | Core since 2013. TJL Season 1, Team Fife. Out for 2026 — Todd Altman subs in. |
| Ben Lewis | 1 | 12 | 2–2 | 1–2 | Steady mid-70s machine. 6&5 singles winner, 2025. Now the lowest handicap in the field. |
| Alex McPherson | 6 | 16 | 2–5 | 0–2–1 | The Antigua connection. Outfitter of the JACK since 2013. |
| Ron McPherson | 3 | 6 | 0–1 | — | The other Antigua connection. Plays less, scores lower. |
| Seth Shenfeld | 7 | 4 | 1–1 | — | Four rounds, one DNF, no fear. |
| Marty Armstrong | 8 | 12 | 0–2 | — | Core member of the white-shirt resistance. |
| Dale Crogan | 11 | 20 | 4–3 | 1–1–1 | IAFF Local 2260 President. Stood with Craig's family in 2018. |
| Steve Sumwalt | 14 | 18 | 3–5 | 1–2 | Quietly logged 18 rounds without a single scandal. Suspicious. |
| Zac Castleberry | 20 | — | 0–0 | — | Rookie. Lefty. Recruited off a Mesa fire engine by the opposing team’s Battalion Chief. Protest pending. |
| Todd "Nuckman" Nuckols | 12 | 18 | 3–3 | — | Ceremonial first tee shot. Cash only, by commissioner's decree. |
| Travis Miller | 13 | 8 | 1–1 | — | 2019 MVP (3–0). The $350 unclaimed-horse jackpot. The Top Golf hookup. |
| Kevin Yule | 14 | 18 | 5–1 | 1–2 | House of Yule. The best documented team record never to captain. |
| Garrett H. | 14 | 6 | 0–2 | — | Six rounds, all in the dynasty era. Wrong side of it. |
| Wayne "Doc" Botkin | 16 | 13 | 4–3 | — | 1,097 photographs. The hospitality suite. The ceremonial bet. (d. 2024) |
| Jeff "Kruegs" Krueger | 18 | 14 | 0–4 | — | Documented 0–4. Shoulder rehabbed by Ben's fiancée for 2024, allegedly. It can only go up. |
| Jay "J-Rich" Richardson | 17 | 16 | 3–3 | 2–1 | Alternate Shot specialist, 2025: two wins by 4&3 or better. |
| Dave "Church" Church | 18 | 14 | 4–1 | — | Paid his 2022 entry with Masters pool winnings. The most responsible gambler we have. |
| Wesley Lewis | 7 | 14 | 0–4 | 2–1 | Round 3 Low Net, 2025 (63). Personally fine; team cursed. |
| Christian "Tina" McDaniel | 19 | 17 | 4–3 | — | Mystery keepsake commissioner, 2024. |
| Randy "Tommy Two-Gloves" Ziegler | 20 | 11 | 3–1 | 1–2 | Won the 2021 TRAIN event in 30-mph wind. Two gloves, zero excuses. |
| John L. (Jonathan Liebe) | 13 | 8 | 2–1 | — | Commissioned the Damon Hack Cameo, the greatest media coup in JACK history. |
| Brad Douglass | 21 | 12 | 1–3 | — | Invented the Horse Race (2014). Once won $450 + MVP in the same year. |
| Craig "Head" Hernandez | 22 | 2 | 0–1 | — | Two rounds logged. Fife has issued the verdict: 22. |
| Charlie "Chuck" Coil | — | 6 | 1–0 | — | 3–0–0 career, 2013 MVP, retired on top. The only perfect career. Carhartt donor. |
| Craig Chenery | — | — | 4–1 | — | Original 2013 member. Mesa Fire Captain. His initials rode on the shirts. (d. 2018) |
| Dave Berriochoa | — | — | 1–0 | — | Half of the 2013 final-hole singles match that decided the first Cup. |
| Ryan Golseth | — | — | 1–1 | — | Dynasty-era cameo, perfectly balanced. |
| Mark "the Chaplain" Yule | 16 | 2 | 1–0 | 1–2 | Joined 2024. Round 3 Low Net runner-up, 2025 (64). House of Yule. |
| Tyler "Ty" Anderson | — | 3 | 1–0 | 2–1 | Joined 2025. Won Round 2 Low Net with his father in Alternate Shot (66). |
| Korey "KB" Boals | — | 3 | 1–0 | 3–0 | Doc's protege. A perfect 3–0 debut. Doc would have bet on him. Nobody else was allowed to. |
| Mason Banks | 14 | 3 | 0–1 | 0–2–1 | Next generation. Halved his first singles match — composure noted. |
| Carl Mickelson | 3 | 3 | 0–1 | 2–1 | Joined 2025. No relation claimed, no relation denied. |
| Brian Crisp | 11 | — | — | — | New for JACK XIV. Fife has already issued the handicap; the record book awaits. |
| Drew Zittel | 18 | — | — | — | New for JACK XIV. Drafted into history this September. |
| Todd Altman | 14 | — | — | — | New for JACK XIV — inherited Mick's seat on Team Hudson without attending the draft. Undefeated, so far. |
| * Team W–L counts the nine years with documented rosters: 2013–2017, 2021–2023, and 2025. Rosters for 2018–2020 (all Team Kory/Adam wins) and 2024 (Team Casey) are still in Fife's archive — records will grow as they surface. † Individual match records from Golf Genius, 2025 — the first fully scored year. Earlier match-by-match results are being reconstructed. | |||||
Every man to ever tee it up in the JACK — all 43 of them — with the Commissioner's official bio, his all-time record, total points, and the year of his first playing on the tee. Photos from JACKs past drop into the ball as we find them.

The J in JACK, his initial literally welded into the name. Equal parts grit and chaos: he won the very first championship, then walked into a decade of cursed captaincies, brutal losses, and off-course disasters only he could generate — late-night run-ins with TSR Security, once trying to open a hotel room with a Walmart gift card. Despite it all he owns a winning record and the third-most points in JACK history. Imperfect, relentless, and carved into the foundation — and the owner of the sweatiest handshake in the field, verified annually on the first tee.
"Jim is an enigma. In one story he almost literally finds a needle in a haystack, then the other story he can't find a roomkey in his wallet. Amazing." — Adam

The A in JACK and the most dominant force the event has ever seen. At 6'7" he doesn't just tower over the field — he buries it. Holds the all-time points record, co-captained nine championship teams, and led a dynasty that won six straight and nine of ten from 2014–2023. Multiple undefeated weekends and the operational backbone of the tournament. If you want a bet, you ask Jim. If you want a championship, you follow Adam.

The C in JACK — founder, Commissioner, record-keeper, and holder of the all-time email-volume record. The author of every bio on this page, modest enough to leave his own nearly blank. Thirteen years of spreadsheets gave the JACK its memory, and in 2025 he finally backed up the trash talk, taking down Jimbo 5&4. And as of August 2026: Battalion Chief, Mesa Fire & Medical — the City of Mesa has officially confirmed what this tournament has known for thirteen years, which is that this man will take command of any situation whether or not anyone asked him to. Entire companies of professional firefighters now deploy on his word. The same word that certifies his own 7. The Committee extends its full respect — the white helmet is earned, two decades of the real thing, wearing the badge Captain Craig Chenery wore before him — and notes that all handicap disputes must now be submitted through the proper chain of command. The chain of command is Fife. "It's all part of the lore of the JACK."

The original spark of the JACK — the founding member whose swing became the silhouette that defines the event. He shaped the culture, the traditions, and the competitive identity. Co-captained nine championship teams, introduced the Horse Race, and won its first edition. His passing in 2024 left a permanent void, but his influence is everywhere: in the logo, in the stories, in the standard he set. The JACK exists because Kory built it.

Reed "Papa Bear" Treadwell is an original 16 member, a two-time MVP, and an eight-time champion who spent years as the JACK's all-time points leader. A predator on the course — aggressive, fearless, and the man who launched the infamous beer-in-the-face tradition. His only weakness is a Sunday showdown with Nuckman fueled by double bloodies and Coors Light. Reed doesn't just compete. He hunts.

An original 16 member and part of one of the JACK's brother duos. Once traded for the inaugural MVP and picked last for years, he kept swinging — hit the JACK's first hole-in-one in 2015, won MVP in 2023, and captained a championship team the following year. Seven titles and nearly a point per weekend. Proof that reputation can change and performance rewrites it.

The "little J" of the JACK and one of its most accomplished original 16 members. He's missed only one event since the beginning, won eight championships, earned a Sorry Sack, claimed a Losing Team MVP, and captained a title team. He also created the JACK Sim League, expanding the event's footprint. Anderson doesn't chase attention — he builds structure, wins quietly, and keeps showing up with results.

One of the JACK's most reliable weapons. Seven championships in eleven appearances, an MVP, and the 2026 captaincy — which the record shows ended 19½–8½ in Team Hudson's favor, the heaviest defeat a JACK captain has ever absorbed. The record also shows he beat Hudson 3&1 head-to-head in Sunday singles, the finest consolation prize in tournament history. Drafted ahead of Albert Pujols in the 1999 MLB amateur draft, he tinkers with a new putter every year and still delivers nearly two points per tournament. They call him Automatic Matty for a reason.

Joined in year two and became one of the JACK's most reliable competitors. MVP in 2021, six championships, a 15-12-6 record, and a knack for keeping the group grounded with stories and steady play. He also won the inaugural JACK Sim League, proving his game translates anywhere. Consistency with teeth.

An original 16 member and one of the JACK's most infamous figures. He arrived in 2013 like a missile — chasing players with snakes, topping consecutive opening tee shots, winning an early MVP before forgetting the event was golf and not a card game. He fell asleep twice and earned back-to-back Sorry Sacks, yet still holds a winning record and six championships. Chaos, comedy, and competitiveness in one unpredictable package. Cash only.

One year short of perfect attendance and a grinder since he arrived in year two. With match-play experience, five championships, and a 2022 MVP, he's a Sunday fighter — the kind of player you can find at the tables late Saturday and still claw out wins the next morning. Toughness personified.

The JACK's original lefty and a walking coin flip — feast or famine, never in between. Won the first Sunday horse race after shooting a rough 103 the day before, consumed double greyhounds like oxygen, and photobombed every championship picture he could reach. Five titles, a 2023 MVP, and a 2024 captaincy. Unpredictable, unforgettable, undeniably successful.

Joined a few years in and immediately became a fixture. He created the Sorry Sack award, won five championships, and built a reputation as one of the group's most committed gamblers — second only to Jim. Four individual horse races with setups that defy logic and a forward press that borders on performance art. Kevin doesn't just play the JACK. He adds flavor to it.

Entered as an alternate and detonated the field. His handicap was questioned immediately, and he answered by winning MVP in his first year. Since then he's averaged nearly 1.67 points a weekend across five championship teams. Consistency with an edge — the kind of competitor who doesn't talk about proving people wrong. He just does it.

Represents the Anthem boys and has been the lowest handicap since he showed up. He gets everyone's best shot — low-handicap grinder or high-handicap roller coaster — and handles it with calm precision under the visor. Five championships in seven years and points stacked like a machine. At XIV he finally claimed it: losing MVP, 3-0-0 in a lost war — and with it, the JACK XV captaincy. The hierarchy has been notified.

A master of verbal warfare — a relentless trash-talker who never met a conversation he didn't think he won. Known for the infamous basement practice video, constant banter, and taking the silhouette photo that became the JACK logo. He hasn't won much individually, but he's been part of several championship teams and remains one of the event's loudest, most memorable personalities.

One of the most unforgettable debuts in tournament history — throwing up and having a bowel movement on the course at the same time, then rallying like nothing happened. He earned instant respect, hung golf gloves from his cart like Aaron Rai in 110-degree heat, and backed it up. In seven events he's won five championships and scored at least a point every year. Gritty, unfiltered, tougher than the conditions.

Arrived seven years into the JACK with no golf background and a college baseball career behind him. He adapted fast. He hits it longer than anyone pound-for-pound, draws elite opponents every year, and still averages nearly a point per tournament. Four championships — three in a row — and even a Sorry Sack when the beers got ahead of him. His record doesn't tell the full story. His game does.

Part of one of the JACK's brother duos, with a reputation for Sunday dominance — undefeated even when he doesn't bet on himself. Once won the Sorry Sack and low net in the same weekend, proving volatility and talent can coexist. Aggressive when fired up, always willing to go for the green, with three championships to show for it. Improvement in motion.

A machine — a bunker specialist, four-time champion, and a competitor who only stops playing when a doctor with a scalpel tells him to. Even at 70 he still beats players half his age, finally moving up a tee box only because the group felt bad. Big Daddy is proof that skill doesn't fade. It just gets meaner. Sidelined for JACK XIV on doctor’s orders — the only excuse this tournament has ever accepted. The field is easier and worse off at the same time. Get well, Big Daddy. Your seat is waiting at XV.

A steady force across ten JACK Classics, earning at least one point every year he's played and contributing to three championship teams. As one of the original 16, he helped establish the event's early identity — including the first wave of Antigua team apparel that set the tone for the JACK's look and feel. McPherson doesn't make noise. He makes impact.

The most responsible gambler the JACK has — he once paid his entire 2022 entry fee with Masters pool winnings. Seven years, a 10-7-4 record, and a habit of showing up exactly when it counts.

The JACK's energy source — the man who guarantees the highest cocktail count and the loudest Saturday night. But beneath the vibes is a competitor who delivered one of the most shocking performances in JACK history: a net-63 blowout win in 2020 using a 1998 Ping TiSi driver. An original 16 member, a horse race champion, and a three-time team winner who scores every time he shows up. Proof the party and the performance can coexist.

More than an original 16 member — the emotional center of the early JACK. Known for cigars, wingtip shoes, loud shorts, and a personality that lifted everyone around him, Doc played eight events and served as team photographer during an injury year, creating the most documented JACK on record. He passed away in 2024, leaving behind stories, warmth, and a presence that can't be replaced. Doc wasn't just part of the JACK. He was its heartbeat.

One of the original 16 and a quiet powerhouse in the early years. He won the first championship and then kept winning — four straight titles — while averaging 1.5 points a weekend. He played five events before his passing, leaving behind a streak of dominance that set the bar for early JACK competition. His initials rode on the shirts; his seat is never really empty.

The JACK's nomad — a competitor who has played while living in Nevada, Tennessee, and Texas. An original 16 member, he won MVP in 2019 and became the first player to win the entire horse race pot by going unbet and taking low net ($350, still discussed in hushed tones). Three championships in limited appearances, and a traveling-gunslinger vibe every time he shows up.

Three Septembers in, three cups in hand — and now a JACK XV captain. He's been a factor in the horse race and seems to bring divine intervention to any team he joins. "The Chaplain." Some players contribute. Mark alters outcomes — XIV proved it: a perfect 3-0-0, the Singles horse-race pot, winning MVP, a third cup in three years, and the JACK XV captaincy to show for it.

Arrived like a wrecking ball, winning two championships in his first appearances before life — injuries, kids, medic school — pulled him away. When he's present, he's a force: energetic, talented, and capable of lifting a team with personality alone. Armstrong doesn't show up often, but when he does, he matters.

Stepped in for his father and immediately showed he belonged. He's already won a team championship and earned a Losing Team MVP with a 3-0 performance — and in 2026 he captained his first team straight to the Cup, a 19½–8½ rout of the Godfather himself, the most lopsided win of the Ryder era. Youngest winning captain in JACK history, with his family's name on the trophy he lifted. He doesn't wait for legacy to happen. He builds it.

The only professional golfer ever to play in the JACK, and he dominated the field in his 70s. He hit every fairway, drained putts like a man decades younger, and averaged two points a weekend while winning two championships. He eventually stepped aside so others could have a chance, leaving behind a legacy of precision, class, and quiet superiority.

Stumbled into the JACK through a card table and a game of liar's dice, and eight events later he's carved out a unique place. His scores don't always show it, but he's been part of multiple championship teams and multiple Sorry Sacks. He engraves the Gentleman Jack bottles for the event, missed time to injury, and returned with new knees ready to fight. Commitment comes in many forms — his is carved in glass.

Arrived late but fit instantly. A lefty with presence, he won back-to-back championships out of the gate and delivered the JACK's second hole-in-one — on a memorial hole honoring Kory. He opened the bar tab, shrugged, and said, "that was light work." Skill, swagger, and a sense of timing that makes him dangerous every time he tees it up. He also commissioned the legendary Damon Hack Cameo.

Came up from Tucson for two years and left with hardware. After an underwhelming debut he returned with purpose, went 3-0, won MVP in 2017, and led his team to a championship. Kory Yule said they'd win if Ryan showed up — and he was right. He hasn't returned since, but he walked away on top.

Played two years and finished 3-3, but his legacy is defined by the JACK's first on-course 911 call. Overheating forced him to forfeit his final Sunday match, and the group learned that Nuckman absolutely cannot check a pulse. Short, chaotic, and memorable — exactly the kind of story the JACK never forgets.

Debuted last year and earned half a point, but his real damage came in the JACK Sim League, where he dominated the first season and won low net. He halved his first singles match — composure noted. His game will need to sharpen for September, but the potential is clear. Banks is a threat in any format.

Played one year, went 3-0, won MVP, won a championship, and vanished. Traded away because no one knew him, he became the JACK's first ghost story — a perfect record and a complete disappearance. The only perfect career in JACK history. Short, sharp, and undefeated. Carhartt donor.

Blew in from Minnesota by way of the Fontainebleau during March Madness and immediately made noise. He went 3-0 in his inaugural year, won a team championship, and earned the Distinguished Gentleman Award in honor of Doc. Boals didn't ease into the JACK — he arrived like a statement. Doc would have bet on him; nobody else was allowed to.

The first man in JACK history drafted without being consulted, met, or warned — and possibly the best value pick ever made. Claimed Mick’s IR seat eleven days out, went 2-0-1 without ever trailing a handshake, won a Cup as a rookie, and won the Round 1 Horse Race outright with a net 65 — then watched John and Drew cash $442.50 apiece off his card, because the one man who didn’t believe in Todd Altman was Todd Altman. The Committee has opened an inquiry into whether he was a ringer. The inquiry is a formality. He was.

Made his JACK debut last year and came out swinging. He won his opening match, followed it with a strong alternate-shot performance (Round 2 Low Net with his father, a 66), and ran into a buzz saw on Sunday. Eager, competitive, and positioned to grow — the kind of newcomer who doesn't need hype. He needs reps.

A steady pre-COVID presence before moving to Florida — but distance didn't stop him. He's traveled back for two of the last three years, proving his dedication is stronger than his record. Head isn't measured by wins. He's measured by the energy he brings, and the JACK is better every time he makes the trip.

Part of the original 16, he made his mark in the inaugural JACK with toughness and timing. As the sun dropped on Saturday he buried a deciding putt to keep his team alive — despite taking a Brad Douglass missile off the shoulder earlier in the round. He finished 1-1-1 and walked away, leaving a short but gritty legacy and one clutch moment still talked about.

Flashed through the JACK in a three-year run that ended too soon. He arrived during a stretch of roster chaos, fit in immediately, then disappeared after a job change and an Achilles tear. His time was brief, but he left the impression of a competitor who could have built something bigger if life hadn't intervened.

Entered as a last-minute replacement in 2025 and immediately proved he belonged. He posted a strong 2-1 record and showed the kind of composure that suggests he'll be a problem for future opponents. No relation claimed, no relation denied. His story is just beginning.

The youngest hat in the field and the best rookie ledger of the class: a 5&4 fourball rout alongside Kevin, a gutted-out halve with the captain in alternate shot, and net 70–71 boards in both individual horse races. Mason ended his Sunday 3&2, but the scouts saw everything they needed. The next generation isn’t on its way — it’s already posting scores.

The newest man in the field, signed eleven days before the first tee. A Mesa firefighter who answers to Battalion Chief Fifield at the station and plays against him at Talking Stick — a conflict of interest the Committee has noted, filed, and fully expects to enjoy. A left-handed 20 described by his own recruiter as “basically Randy, but mirrored,” with Douglass-grade vibes. Already knows Dale, Carl, Fife, Wes, and Ben; the other twenty-two introductions happen on the first tee. The debut: 0-3, a 7&5 fourball loss the bot logged as a citizen’s arrest, and a 99 at O’odham the Committee has sealed for sixty years. He kept the neck-flap on all weekend and never stopped smiling — which is, in the end, the whole job description. Welcome to the lore for real, Zac.

Drafted 19th, briefed never. His welcome package included Reed Treadwell in singles and Casey & Alex in alternate shot, which is the JACK equivalent of opening the season with a road playoff schedule. His 84 at O’odham was quietly the best rookie fourball card of the weekend; the ledger went 0-3 anyway. He now owns scar tissue, film, and a grudge — the three ingredients of every good JACK career. XV awaits.
Kolby Sparks played one year before tragedy struck, and the JACK honors his contribution with respect and remembrance. His time was short, but his presence is part of the event's history, and always will be.
Records, points, and bios compiled by Chris "Fife" Fifield from thirteen years of spreadsheets. Anyone who has played gets mentioned — if a name is missing, it goes in. Founders carry a gold bar; † denotes members no longer with us, never out of the field.
Per the bylaws (unwritten, like all our bylaws), membership in the JACK is by invitation, bloodline, or being drafted last like Casey. The current waitlist is thirteen years long and Casey is still on it.
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"WHO IS THIS? HOW DID YOU FIND THE WEBSITE? DID JIM FINALLY BUILD ONE?" — Fife
As Kory always signed off: one weekend a year, but still one big dysfunctional family.