The “Breakfast” Round

Scramble [skram-buhl]

verb (used without object), scrambled, scrambling.

1. to climb or move quickly using one's hands and feet, as down a rough incline.

2. to compete or struggle with others for possession or gain: skins, cash, bragging rights, and of course 805!

The word “scramble” to me first conjures up eggs—served most often in that lazy format called “scrambled eggs.” However, there is as well another description of an ultra-scramble: The Breakfast Round! Not just the mere roiling of chicken embryos to accompany toast, but that round so rarely exercised on the fairways of golf-life—the one where each player equally metes out his best to preserve par and/or better yet, contribute subparence (new word). And so it was on January 18, 2018, that a threesome—threesome—did fashion such a round that the phrase “hamming and egging it” became The Breakfast Round!  

So deft were these three that they recorded a 65—seven under par!  John “make a dragon wanna retire” Wade, Allan “The Kryptonite Kid” Westlund, and Glenn “I’m gonna wear that hat no matter what” Raggio—the trio never saw bogey. They were the ultimate ham and eggers. 

John never said “never,” Allan never lost his tee, and Raggio never once looked for a place to admire his reflection!  

Distance (as in size) didn’t come into play. Raggio’s duck hook and Westlund’s occasional “another county drive” left things to Wade, and he rose from the ashes of his self-proclaimed “I can’t play this game anymore” to step up and prove himself able!

So there it stands—7 under, a new record! Strategies are already being discussed, plans are being made, and Vegas is calculating odds! 

Bravo, Dick! If we can do this once or twice a month and offer another group the opportunity to challenge The Breakfast Round, I believe we all benefit. Blindfolding Alan is not an option—nor is a paper bag—bad connotation there!