Sunday, July 5, 2009
post-independence day tourney
9 Frolfers showed up today to recognize the birth of our fine nation with a smashingly well-played tourney, and better-than-average results all around. Although this year's "Tourney de Independence" took place on the 5th of July rather than the 4th, the full effect of yesterday's celebration/debauchery was felt by many throughout today's round.
The flip divided the people, and away went Bryan, Erin, Tom & Ryan, pulling ahead of the rest at a breakneck pace. Jody, Linz, David & Nate cooled our collective heels, waiting for Jim "practically always late to Tourney-weather" Eldridge. We had a fine first few holes, with pars and birdies abounding. Special update: Jody's drives were super-stellar today. I put in my daily requisite bogies on 3, 4 and 5 (what what?) & noticed that Jody's round was going to wipe me out if I didn't get my ducks in a row, & quick! With a bird on 3, she had me beat after nine, coming in at only +1! She rocked the back nine until 17, where the infamous cypress ate up her blue disc (it should be duly noted that Jody pared 17 yesterday). She played a very determined and impressive round. I kicked the chick record down a notch to +5, with narry a bird nor double-boge. Nate Dog also finished up with pars and birdies far outnumbering his bogies, bringing him in at +3. Very little swearing was heard.
Meanwhile, Flames "2 is the new 3" Helldridge drew a big fat -13 in the end, sinking crazy putts from crazy distances, as though he were putting for a living and selling real estate for fun. He took the cake and ate it too. Tried as he might to catch his arch-nemesis Jim, David pulled in at -4, having just woken from blissful hungover dreams of taking the pre-D-roc ace pot and high-tailing it to Reno. He was sporting the same clothes as yesterday.
The more efficient group seemed to play an equally fun and impressive round. I believe Ryan "please do not kick my beer" Magee played one shot off his tourney best (?). He sank his teeth into more than a few putts and tallied up his row: -5. Bryan Brody, who I like to call Jon, had some high highs and some low lows, apparently succumbing to 17 like his dearly devoted partner Jody. Tom toted a folding tri-pod stool along with him for the round ... smart man. A steady -1 in good form.
It is now 10 PM and Erin "hem dinger" Haw continues to bitterly complain that his -12 was still three shots away from a handicap win. Excuse me while I give him a leftover Vicodin and put him down for a little nap. I hear that he left no drive more than 25ft from the basket, and accounted for his obligatory bounce-out putts on several holes (it's still a good score, kiddo).
Great fun, this tourney. I am grateful to all who attended, and look forward to seeing you again soon.