The current two-time defending TMJ Champions and the TMJ inaugural season Champions. No other team has ever had so much success and yet been so utterly despised by those who dare to challenge. The secret to their winning formula is a blend of fear, intimidation and a serious hatred of pins. Captained by the Godfather, a man who conquered his own demons last season by taking the High Average title away from Lumberjunk, he commands the leadoff position and sets the table for domination…but one man a team does not make.

Anchoring the squad for the past 3 seasons and becoming half of a kick ass set of bookend bitch-slapping bowlers, the Hammer pounds the pocket like a freight train straight out of hell. When the Corleones are down in the 10th frame, the Hammer is not afraid to drop a dinner on you and steal that game and match point from behind your back when you’re not even looking. By the time you realize it, he’s already a six pack of strike juice down and marking 4 X’s at the bottom of the scoresheet for the Corleones.

Take the Beedge for granted. Go ahead. That’s exactly what he wants you to do. He wants you to see his high handicap and make you think this is where you can gain ground on the Corleones. That’s how he sets his trap. Then he pulverizes the pins like a wild side-swinging fucking madman. Even his gutter balls make him laugh maniacally, because he KNOWS. He knows it’s curtains for you.

The Corleones soon look forward to the day when they raise the TMJ Champions Cup for the 3rd straight season and make love to the world.