Lyle, Raggio, Riva vs. Dick, Alan, Wade
With jackets on and expecting the predicted blustery winds and
cold, it was decided with unanimous approval that a Scramble format would take
the day. Playing in record time with both teams decidedly insufficient even
to truly threaten sub-par, the day ended in an even tie.
PAR for both teams!!
I can only speak for the team I was on—and I must admit, not once
was I able to get off the tee—Riva started in excellent fashion, only to go
retro. It was, alas, only Lyle whose tee shots found the middle of the fairway
and gave hope to the threesome. On the 16th, I grabbed Lyle’s arm
and asked, “Do you smell it?” Lyle replied, “It wasn’t me …” “No no no no,”
I sprang back, “805, can you smell it?!” Lyle politely put his nose to the wind
and slowly nodded. “Yeah, it’s the hops!”
What a fun day (lie). The format was wonderful and we should do
more of it—when I’m not suffering from Golf-Tourette’s!
36 holes of golf and both teams end in par—amazing!
(No gal today.)
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