middle.greenTry it first

A caddie in your ear.

Earbud in. Phone in your pocket. Tap once and Eve tells you the hole, the number, the club and where to aim. Then she’s quiet.

Try it firstWhat she says
Hole 7 · par 42:10 p.m. · wind 6, into
150

to the middle

138 front  ·  163 back

Nothing plays on its own. Tap, and she says one line.

No map

You can see the course.

middle.green doesn’t draw you a map. You’re standing on it. What Eve adds is the number, the club, where to aim, and the one thing you can’t see from where you stand.

Water right at 230, over the hill.

Hole four, par five, 487. Driver, favour the left side. Water right at 230, over the hill.

Said once, on the tee. Written on the card. Never repeated, and never the target: she tells you where to aim, not what to fear.

One breath

The hole first. Then the number. Then the club.

Every line is one breath, in the same order, so you never have to think about what you heard. Here are seven, in Eve’s voice as it is today.

  • Short game, 25 out

    Hole seven. 25 to the middle, 18 to the front.

  • On the green

    On the green, hole seven. No pin, so no number.

  • Tournament mode

    Numbers only today. 140 front, 150 middle, 163 back.

  • Wrong hole

    “I’m on two.”

    Hole two, par three, 160.

  • Asking

    “Can I get there?”

    Not quite, love. 255 to the middle. 8-iron leaves a full wedge.

  • Didn’t catch it

    Didn’t catch that. To the middle?

  • After a double

    Nothing happened. She says the next number, the same as always.

    No line

The cast

Choose your caddie.

middle.green has a small cast of caddies, not one voice. Pick yours; the choice stays. Every one of them follows the same rules about numbers. The character is in the words.

Eve

Scottish, soft, unhurried. Says the number and steps back. The default.

Hole two, par three, 160.

Ready

Second caddie

A Northern Irish voice, in audition now: the same six lines, on earbuds, outdoors.

In audition

Third caddie

An Australian voice, in audition now. A caddie is chosen when she sounds like someone you’d want beside you after a double.

In audition

soul.md

Every caddie has a soul. It’s a short file.

Plain words, readable by you. The caddies that ship with middle.green are locked: kind and truthful, always. Make your own caddie and the soul is yours to edit. Two lines can never be changed by anyone.

eve/soul.mddefault · locked
# Eve
voice      soft, Scottish, unhurried
says       the hole first, then the number,
           then the club, then where to aim
hedges     “I'd guess” until she knows your club
never      names the hazard as the target
never      praises, commentates, or fills silence
after      a bad shot: nothing happened
asks       “love” is allowed here, not in the number

# locked for every caddie, yours included
kind       true
truthful   true
numbers    from the engine, never invented

Honest

What we’ll promise. What we won’t.

Within 10 yards, or she says so.
The number is to the middle of the green from where your phone is. If the fix is poor, she tells you before she tells you the number.
The engine owns every number.
Distances, plays-like, clubs and scores are computed on your phone. The AI only puts them into words. A number the engine didn’t compute never reaches your ear.
Tournament mode gives distances only.
Rule 4.3 is a switch, not a footnote. Set it on the first tee and the club, the line and plays-like disappear from her voice and from the card.
One course so far.
Tested on a nine-hole course in Michigan, with a laser. Android first, iOS after. Built by a designer who plays Thursday nights and wanted this for himself.

The card

For the moments you choose to look.

Nothing in a round needs the screen. When you do glance, the card is a page: the hole, one number, one line in Eve’s words, and the hazard you can’t see. It changes with the light and the day, so it’s never a torch at dawn or a mirror at noon.

7 a.m., October. Low light, cold air. The page goes dark and the ink goes warm so it isn’t a torch. Cold shortens the shot, so plays-like is worth saying.

2 p.m., July. Full sun. Paper and graphite read better in glare than white on black, and the phone isn’t a mirror. The one red line is the one thing you can’t see.

8:40 p.m., July, league night. Dusk, and tournament mode. No club, no plays-like, no line, on the card or in her voice. The page is warm and dim; the number stays.

Try it first

Hear her on your own course before you pay for anything.

middle.green opens to a small group of golfers next month, on Android first. Leave your email and your home course, and the first thing you’ll get is Eve’s briefing for it.

No autoplay, no spam, no card.