Golf's better with your mates. The admin isn't.

The problem

A free Saturday, a group chat full of people who'd play, and somehow it still doesn't happen. Someone has to pick the course, find a tee time, count who's in, chase the maybes, and carry it all in their head, and that someone quietly burns out. The game was never the problem. The organising is.

What gets lost

And even when the round happens, everything around it disappears. The score, the comeback on the back nine, the rivalry that's run for years, the tradition you've played every Christmas for a decade, it all vanishes into a WhatsApp scroll nobody can find again. A lifetime of golf, gone the moment the group chat moves on.

What we build instead

So we built the opposite: a place that keeps it. Three records that write themselves while you play.

Your own, Me: your Golf Passport, every round and course for life and your progress through the top 100, and a trophy cabinet of the things you've genuinely won. You and your mates, Us: a shared history with every playing partner, from your first round together to the head-to-head record that's years deep. Your group, Ours: the society almanac, your history book writing itself season by season, and the traditions that become institutions, every champion engraved.

The product does the work; you get the feeling. It all accumulates on its own, from nothing more than playing your golf.

The hard rules we keep

Some lines we won't cross. We never touch the money, Teegethrorganises the game, it doesn't handle your cash. We never spam the group, one link, not forty notifications. And we never charge for the informal layer, getting your mates onto a tee is, and stays, free.