As the leaves begin to turn and the chill creeps into the Mat-Su air, the Fall of the Valley league began with whispers of dark skies and even darker intentions. But while the shadows stretched long o ...
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As the leaves begin to turn and the chill creeps into the Mat-Su air, the Fall of the Valley league began with whispers of dark skies and even darker intentions. But while the shadows stretched long over the fairways, the excuses stretched even longer.
“If it was on Sundays, I’d definitely come.”
—Apparently only valid on Thursday Doubles where your partner can carry you.
The truth? Most of the missing “Sunday warriors” ghosted like the autumn sun. The ones who did show up brought the heat—no partners to save them, no daylight to spare.
????️ Tier A – When the Chains Call, They Answer
Kelly Allen stormed out of the gates with a brutal -6, making it clear that his dominance from summer isn't over.
Adam Smithers wasn’t far behind with a strong -4, staying in striking distance as darkness gathers.
????️ Tier B – The Battle Below
Christopher Foley took a page out of the villain playbook and unleashed a -6, tying the A-tier top. It’s almost like he’s tired of just "barely winning" leagues.
Rodney Stepp made it clear he didn’t come to mess around, carding -5 and breathing heavily down Foley’s neck.
Aaron Richardson snuck in a -4, showing he's here for blood too.
Carlos Velez and Scott Bowen both clocked in at -1, setting a solid base while others crumbled.
Adam Fogelman, usually reliable, stumbled slightly at +1, but don’t expect him to stay down for long.
???? Tier D – No Light at the End, Only Chains
Carrie Foley clawed her way to a +3, holding her own with quiet consistency.
Rheannon Fabrello wasn’t far behind with a +5, and with five weeks left, the D Tier war is just beginning.
???? Reminder: This Is a Different Kind of League
All 10 weeks are at Alcantra, no Meier Lake to save you. The monsters from “Dusk Till Chains” may be gone, but something darker lingers in the valley. As Fall of the Valley marches forward, the wind grows colder—and the chains less forgiving.
Next Sunday, the shadows stretch a little farther…
Who will rise? Who will fall?
