Scott "Pappy" Weaver

Scott “Upper Mid-Dog” Weaver is a red-faced, beer-bellied catastrophe whose mere presence guarantees disaster. He blacks out with alarming frequency, stumbles through rounds fueled by booze and poor decisions, and somehow survives each tournament in one piece — though rarely without minor head trauma. His rounds are a maze of bad choices, wandering into bunkers, trees, and entire fairways that aren’t even his.

Every year, Weaver manages to turn the DTTC into a personal chaos zone. He thinks he can step up to the Big Dog, throw a punch, or assert dominance, but those attempts almost always end in spectacular failure, leaving him bruised, bleeding, and cursing the world. Fat, sloppy, and utterly unhinged, Upper Mid-Dog is a staggering disaster — endlessly entertaining, terrifyingly unpredictable, and the primary reason every tournament devolves into total mayhem.