GolfCandy
The golf bet tracker that talks trash back.
Track the bets, hand out the candy, and settle up to the penny. Then GolfCandy roasts the loser by name in a clubhouse recap nobody asked for. Dry, merciless, and weirdly affectionate. The funniest thing in your bag.
Nearly 30,000 courses · 9 ways to bet · zero napkin math
The 18th green has a math problem
You played five games at once, pressed twice, and gave strokes nobody wrote down. Now four grown men are doing long division on a glove.
The math nobody does
Somebody is always off by a stroke, and it is always in their favor.
The press nobody remembers
"We doubled on the back, right?" Sure. Says the guy who is down.
The friend who never pays
He will get you next time. He has gotten you next time for two years.
Everything it does
Pick the games, enter the scores, and GolfCandy handles the rest, including the part where it tells everyone how it went.
Real net scoring
Handicaps, stroke allocation, play-off-low-man, plus handicaps, even a back-nine candy adjust to even up a lopsided match at the turn. The math you always argue about, done right.
Live money, to the penny
Every hole updates who is up and who is writing a check. It always sums to zero, so the table is never wrong, only the players.
Money-swing timeline
A live chart of every balance climbing and cratering across all 18 holes. You can see the exact hole where someone's wallet gave up, and replay the collapse forever.
One-tap Venmo settle
At the end it figures the fewest payments that make everyone whole, then opens Venmo with the amount and a note already filled in. The note is not nice.
Scan the scorecard
Point your camera at the card and GolfCandy reads the pars and handicap indexes. No typing in eighteen little boxes.
Nearly 30,000 courses
Search almost 30,000 courses worldwide by name, or pull up the ones near you, with real tees and stroke indexes already loaded.
Your roster
Save the regulars with their handicaps and Venmo so a new round fills itself in. The usual suspects, one tap away.
Everyone watches. From any phone. No app.
One person keeps score. Everyone else opens a read-only live link in their browser and follows the whole thing: running money, golf scores, who drew the wolf, and a money-swing chart that tracks every climb and collapse. When it ends, each player taps their own Venmo button and pays up. No accounts, no downloads, no excuses.
An announcer who roots against everyone
Every round ends with a clubhouse recap. It salutes the winner with grudging respect and roasts the loser with backhanded sympathy. It knows you went lone wolf four times. It is not going to let that go.
Ladies and gentlemen, your clubhouse report. Marty shot net four and collected junk like a man with a grocery list and a grudge. Respect, Marty. Contractual respect. Chip went lone wolf four times. He won exactly once. The course did not beat Chip. Chip beat Chip, repeatedly, with enthusiasm. Some men play wolf. Chip plays sacrifice. Pay the man.
Written fresh for every round. Names, numbers, and lone-wolf disasters all real.
Bring your own game
Run them solo or stack five at once. GolfCandy keeps every bet straight and the money honest.
Front, back, and total. Three ways to lose to the same guy.
One match, eighteen holes. Lose it on 16 and walk the last two in silence.
Win the hole outright, or watch the pot carry to someone who will.
Pick a partner, or go lone wolf and learn who your friends aren't.
Partners rotate every six holes. The betrayal is scheduled.
Points for the good holes. Mercy for the blow-ups. Barely.
Pair up, smash your scores into one number, and pray nobody birdies.
First on, closest, first in. Three ways to nickel-and-dime a buddy.
Greenies, sandies, barkies, snakes. The side bets that fund the cigars.
Wait, why "candy"?
Candy is strokes given. The little sugar your buddy needs to keep the game close, allocated by handicap and hole difficulty so the bet is actually fair. GolfCandy hands it out automatically, tracks who got how much, and never forgets a pop. Unlike your group.