2nd Annual Xmas Golf Dinner

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OK, I am taking my sticks!

Off to Santa Barbara tomorrow morning and I am taking my clubs. Sunday morning tee time at Sandpiper and we are working a tee time at a private club from Monday.... or, to be more specific, I called in a favor and someone else is!  :^) Originally this small vacation was only about hot women (that would be Cheryl, my hot woman), vino, and spa stuff. I decided to use my message money on lost golf balls, tee times, and therapy.

Its tough to preform with cold balls... burrrr.

Seriously, who can really preform well with cold "hard as rock" balls. Less flexibility and control to maneuver in and out of hard to get spots, less dependability to ensure the consistency of one reputation, and frankly, it effects the distance. And if you don't have the length, your fan base will surely start to dwindle.

I can honestly say after the last week...I have no interest in playing golf.

Will I? Well, perhaps if I am dragged out there with cigars and single malt, but the will is completely gone. After slowly improving all year, the last two weeks have become a pretty miserable experience spiraling me back to the core of my being, a pretty shitty golfer. Here are the reasons why...

1. It's really fucking cold. I am wearing so many layers of clothes I don't feel comfortable to rotate, which is causing my arms to collapse on my back swing, and not follow through. I am tired of watching the results of that combination, usually a pussy fade as I come out of my 1/2 swing. What an embarrassing joke.

2. The track I play on, RICC and cow pasture, is starting to finally improve from this summers disaster, but these are the current conditions:  many of the fairways are aerated, some of the greens are aerated, most of the greens are patched, and some of the greens have dead patches. The tee boxes have been recently widened by Helen Keller so there are uneven dead lines on both sides of most boxes.  The sand traps (which should be completely restored for 2012) are composed of compacted mud with a light dusting of sand. Around the greens are patches dead grass and hard pan. The perfect lie for a 17 handicap hack to get his balls to spin in 40 degree temperatures.

3. oh, the final reason... (after I blame every outside possible influence,) is that I suck!


Its just not fun anymore. I cant believe I am saying this, but I need a long fucking break from golf.

Piccerellis 27 - Andreozzi's 21.... in an match of the ages.

Matt, Mark, David & Bill Piccerelli (The Yankee luvin Evil Empire)

Rob, Bob, David & BJ Andreozzi -  The Good Guys!

Bob & Bills clan... a friendship born on Maple Avenue

The youngest Andreozzi, Rob, honors the Dom Piccerelli with The Golden Artichoke

The 2010 Fall Champions - Matt, Mark, Bill, & David

The sore losers, waiting for the protests to be reviewed.

The most desired trophy in golf... The Golden Artichoke.

The Scorecard

3 sleeves of PROv1s, 4 pair of underwear, and a 97 ... the nightmare at Agawam ends well!

Nervous doesn't begin to explain the nightmare that was my mind, spiraling out of control trying desperately not to vomit, not to crap my pants, and still swing a club with some semblance of a golfer. My first hole was the 16th at Agawam, in the tenth group (otherwise known as the pots and pans division,) out in search of the Donald Ross Cup. I get up with about a 205 yard shot on a par three with no water in play, unless you shank it sideways. Nice thought Dave. I come totally out of the swing and toe my first shot right into the drink. WOW. What an total loser asshole.

I take my drop and I am looking at about 145yrds from a shitty lie. DUFF CITY. Can I go home? Shot four hurls right, directly into the sand trap. I am now lying four in the sand (my worst possible shot in the bag) thinking I made a BIG mistake by taking up the stupid sport. I actually hit a perfect sand shot that hits the stick gently and deflects sideways four feet. Knees a klankin" I got up a drained the fucker to walked off with a six.  Bottom line, I lose to two players and beat a third that scored an eight to start my match.  What a weird game.

 

As you can see by the three cards above (for the three separate matches at one time) I played my first 3 holes, 16, 17, and 18 like Stevie Wonder...going 6,6,6. I continued nervous through seven holes. I was down 4-2, down 5-1, and tied 2-2. Not a good start. At that point something happened...don't know...I actually relaxed, and got 5 pars and 4 birdies in the next ten holes. That is about as good as I can play. I finished the final matches getting 8 1/2 points. Pretty cool ending, but here is the funny part,  I was through 17 holes... sitting pretty, before I drove one in to the shit on 18 on my way to a round ending nasty 9 carded on the final hole. On that hole I actually tied one of my competitors with my final 2 footer for a match win and 2 points... My 9 with a stroke to his 8 for a tie! Are you kidding me. Anyway, RICC won the tournament by 1 1/2 points.What a great experience. What wonderful team. Any what unbelievable sportsmanship.

A big wet kiss to Carol At RICC who thought of me as a last minute filler! Luv ya babe!

I am so nervous I want to PUKE!

Phelpsy asked me to join a team of ten to represent RICC today in Donald Ross Cup which pits us up against three other Donald Ross designed clubs (Agawam, Warwick and Metacommet) in a Ryder Cup style format. I will play against 3 other players, one from each club (net) .... 1 point for the front 9, 1 point for the back nine, 2 points for the match. I could win or LOSE 12 possible points. I am shaken so badly with nerves I am lucky to make to to the Agwam Hunt without totalling my car today.

Plans for Maple Avenue Cup next Thursday

Arrive when you want to hit balls at the range.

12:50 Team photographs on the first tee and the unveiling of The Golden Artichoke trophy

Tee Times

1:00  Dave P, Mark P, Dave A, Rob

1:08  Bill, Bob, BJ, Matt

Each group will do a ceremonial shot on the 9^th tee box, which is the piece of RICC land closest to the railroad tracks,  and christen this tee box with its new name “Rubicon” declaring  “Alea iacta est” (the die is cast), as Caesar did in 49 BC when crossing the river of Rubicon into Rome.

Cocktails & Cigars Proceeding as we fill in the scores on a large scorecard. No discussing scores, even among team mates until they are called for hole by hole.

Maple Ave Update: Trophy & opening ceremony plans are leaked.

The 1st annual Maple Avenue trophy, The Golden Artichoke, will not disappoint! Kyle will have it on the first tee box for opening ceremonies when it is rumored that the famous Italian politician and porn star Ilona Staller, "Cicciolina," will be singing the national anthem of both Italy and the US. 

Yeah, Golf is a tough sport!

Top 10 things that could explain this.

10. A mid life crisis. I wanted to look tougher and went to a top plastic surgeon to make my dreams come true.

9. I called my neighbor a dumb wop and he hit me with a very large zucchini that he was secretly packing.

8. I am depressed... I drank all night and got confused, I thought that was my wrist.

7. Larry, Moe, Curly... after all this years, we were obviously off our game.

6. It was a discount lobotomy. I had to fly to Napa, where instead to using the ice picks behind the eye sockets, they are experimenting with going in once in the middle with a cork screw.

5. It is a $10,000 nose job. I asked for a new nose that was a combination of Michael Jackson and Bruce Jenner. My eyesight is still blurry, was it money well invested?

4. I am growing a uni-brow.

3. You think hockey is a tough sport. I received this in a bench clearing brawl on the golf course. Talk about tough, they stitched me up while waiting to tee off between holes.

2. Mark, talk to your agent... I am replacing you in your current role. This picture was taken in make up.

1. I had a very small cylindrical growth between my eyebrows that was hard to see, but you could feel it. Doc said it was only going to grow. I had it removed. It will get biopsied, but it appeared to be nothing to worry about.

Getting ready for the Maple Avenue Cup next Thursday

I had to pee in a cup to check for steroids while someone watched.  They say if you multiply numbers under the pressure of urinal eyes is relaxes that part of the brain. If I only remembered how to multiply!

Here is our score card.

46, 41, for and 87 this morning at RI Links and Goat Farm

Wow... a 41 on the back nine! That's a big boys score!

I almost killed my wife yesterday.

The Crime Scene - 13th Hole, Rhode Island Country Club

Event - Alternate shot Mixed Club Championship

Victim - The beautiful Cheryl Andreozzi
Villain  - The not so beautiful David Andreozzi

Shot 1. - Cheryl has the tee.  David asks if he can take a picture during Cheryl's back swing. Cheryl reluctantly concedes, and then proceeds to top her drive into the shit forty yards up.  The short ride to the next shot was not very comfortable.

Shot 2. - David hit a 5 iron out of the rough, clean and straight... straight right heading into a hazard. It stops short in a clam shell cart path.

Shot 3. -  Cheryl takes relief no closer to the hole, and hits a brilliant shot that skirts the left side of tree line and almost gets free.... until it catches some serious wood, and bounces directly backward into the middle of a forested jail.

Shot 4. - David is 175 yards from the center of the green and he sees an opening.... about 30 yards up. From the dirt, David decides he can put the ball in back of his stance, punch a 90% 4 iron in a low screaming fade and get this bad boy pin high. A Perry shot if you will.  Problem number one is that unlike Greg Perry, I was not born with a horseshoe up my ass, and talent alone was not going to do it. I hit a clean rocket about 30 yards up (towards that little 6 foot wide opening I was referring to) and it hit a tree purely, and the ball rocketed back at the lovely Cheryl and literally smashed into our cart, directly into half open plexi window, heading directly at Cheryl bust. I mean her torso you pig, head high.  Cheryl, still reeling from dropping the drive the duf off the tee and hitting the tree hit her breaking point.  She proceeds to get out of the cart and her and Heidi Picc (a unfortunate nearby witness)  begin laughing so hard the tears were flowing and legs were crossed.  For me, not so good of a mood.

Shot 5.  - Cheryl laid up while still laughing... quite a tallent.

Shot 6. - I didn't keep my head down and sculled the next over the green into a 6 foot high bunker.

Shot 7. - Cheryl moves the ball 36" closer to the hole, with her next shot, but still in the bunker.


Shot 8. - David gets it out, but it rolls down off the green.

Shot 9. - Cheryl gets it up

Shot 10. - David take the 6" gimme and runs off the green in shame.

I just got my ass kicked in the Member Member...

... so I am feeling like a shitty golfer again and ready to start posting more.

First off, a special thank you to Gerry Fogarty who invited me to spend three wonderful days with him. We actually played pretty well (well within our handicaps) but we ran into a couple of players that threw up rounds of their life on us.  It started with Phil Lucus, a 19 handicap, throwing down a 39 against us on the first nine. A THIRTY NINE! Check out his scores on GHIN   Good for him, a nice guy that was playing out of his mind, but put us down 6 or 7 out of the box.

Consider this... each score I posted during the tourney was used for my most recent GHIN UPDATE (meaning they were uses as my best scores of my last 20 rounds and Gerry played equally well) yet we came in last.  URGH!

It was perfect weather, and the wine didn't suck either!

Thanks again Gerry!

How to replace a ball mark...

Nice video by our friends Tom & Kyle

Link Here

I heard a rumor that the next video will teach us how to fix a ball mark with no grass on the green.

1st Annual Maple Avenue Open

Top 10 Caddy Comments

Best  Caddy Comment  #10
Golfer: "Think I'm going to drown myself in the lake."
Caddy: "I don't think you can keep your head down that long."

Best Caddy Comment  #9
Golfer: "I'd move heaven and earth to break 100 on this course."
Caddy: "Try heaven, you've already moved most of the earth."

Best Caddy Comment #8
Golfer: "Do you think my game is improving?"
Caddy: "Yes sir, you miss the ball much closer now."

Best Caddy Comment #7
Golfer: "Do you think I can get there with a 5 iron?"
Caddy: "Eventually."

Best Caddy Comment #6
Golfer: "You've got to be the worst caddy in the world."
Caddy: "I don't think so sir. That would be too much of a coincidence."

Best Caddy Comment #5
Golfer: "Please stop checking your watch all the time. It's too much of a distraction."
Caddy: "It's not a watch - it's a compass."

Best Caddy Comment #4
Golfer: "How do you like my game?"
Caddy: "Very good sir, but personally, I prefer golf."

Best Caddy Comment #3
Golfer: "Do you think it's a sin to play on Sunday?"
Caddy: "The way you play, sir, it's a sin on any day."

Best Caddy Comment #2
Golfer: "This is the worst course I've ever played on."
Caddy: "This isn't the golf course. We left that an hour ago."

and the #1 Best Caddy Comment:
Golfer: "That can't be my ball, it's too old."
Caddy: "It's been a long time since we teed off, sir."

Honestly...

As I am starting to slowly improve, I am considering pull the plug on this. It doesn't seem as funny anymore.  Dave

Boy, you open up a little can of whoopass and everyone calls you a sandbagger...

To the victor goes the boils... boy my ass hurts!

Yup, Pat Caine & I won our division in the 2010 RICC Member Guest.  Who would thunk it?  I used 2 dozen balls, 9 pair of clean tidy whities,  3 skirts, and a half a box of tampons. My shot of the tournament was a tequila on Thursday night.

We are freaking exhausted. Off to have dinner tonight and see CAKE play and burn through our winnings.

Looks like my handicap is going south for the member guest. Sorry Pat.

47, 41 for and 88 on Saturday... name in lights. This too will change.

The man with the golden horseshoe celebrates his 50th birthday!

Link to all the pictures are here http://www.flickr.com/photos/dsra/sets/72157624352018873/

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SEE THIS OFTEN.

Taking the golden horseshoe to new depths, Greg Perry is on the 18th tee at RICC with a 5 wood aiming in on the 16th green.  Yup, he got up on a the 16th tee and hit it about 275 yards dead right over 170 yards of marsh and saltwater wetlands onto the tiny 18th island tee box. In true perry form he flew the freaking green!

100 from the tips. What a freaking pussy.

I did almost go P/p/P/p/P!  Oh, you don't know that....

That would be Par/ Pocket / Par/ Pocket / Par/

Instead, I finished Par / Pocket / Par / Pocket / Bogie/ Par

I will playing in the Member Guest next week with Pat Caine.

I haven't told him about RICC's new testing policy. They will test for all roids.... A pee test for steroids and rubber glove test for hemorrhoids.  Ouch... hit em straight.

I pulled off a Gretsky...

Remember the days of Gretzky hanging alone on the red line waiting for the puck while his team played shorthanded. During my street hockey days, that was good for a ear high cotton ripping wedgie. That being said, I basically sat on the backs of my son Rob, Prez Picc, and Coach Jim (while I smoked cigars and offered emotional support,) for a massive gross 68 victory last Saturday. Irrespective of my irrelevant role in the victory, I feel obligated to thank all the little people during this magical time.

Hey Dan, enough with my belly button!

So I get up on the 15th tee, and Dan postulates... Dave, you hit it great when your belly button rotates... just think about your innie! I proceeded to duff if into the rough 25 yards to the left.  All I could think about was my hairy belly button. I GOT ISSUES! Perhaps I will think about the ball next time! God I SUCK!

Just saying....

A round Sir Dan would be proud of!

Not the score... the time... 2:45 minutes... and the results didn't suck either... Well, perhaps the half sucked with a 47, 39, for an 86 including 4 pars and a bird.  Seriously, a 39... that's almost a golfers score!

Kyle just ordered me my Titleist Tombstone... It came free with a dozen Pro V1s.

Penthouse to the Outhouse

Saturday it all came together for me, name in lights... Sunday I threw up on my shoes for Fathers Day.

Saturday was an 89 with my 20 handicap with most everything made on the back nine... Life was good.  New swing, new clubs. Smooth baby!  Birdie on one, small struggle for the next 4 or 5 holes... but bounced out of it for a net 32 on the back nine. Dan was even heard telling me it might be time to take back all my golf skirts and pull out my shorts!

And then came my reality on Sunday, a Newspaper 97... code for, I should have been much higher. I was given a couple doubles when triple were well deserved. It was gross. I can blame it on the 5 hours of tree work in my back yard on Saturday afternoon leaving my body stiff as hell.  Or I can choose to look honestly in the mirror and see the truth. A nonathletic loser with a skirt.

Kyle | Now that you set me up with new irons, new grips, and a fresh new swing...

Could you please write me a prescription for some very heavy meds.

Thanks

RICC planning more improvements for the turn?

It looks like some kind of clear wind screening between the columns on the eastern side of the shack facing the 10th Tee to protect the tables and chairs on that side of the porch. The only thing that has me curious is why the clear plastic protective laminate was marked as bullet proof.  Hummm.

Hey Tigger... thank you very much.

Your performance at Pebble Beach... made my father's day.

As I lay me down to sleep I wonder if I can finish 18 with 1 ball tomorrow...

...and then I remembered... that is my problem... I need to play with both balls.

The TRUTH on Donald Ross and his feelings about trees and plants on a golf course!

Ross argued that 'there is no such thing as a misplaced bunker.'  For those who have tried over the years to beautify their courses with aggressive tree planting, Ross was keen to preserve wide angles of play. He also knew that hardwoods and evergreens would rob turfgrass of what it needed most:sun, air, water and nutrients. 'As beautiful as trees are, and as fond as you and I are of them' says Ross, 'we still must not lose sight of the fact there is a limited place for them in golf.'

I just finished the Spring Member/Member and my vagina feels great!

Yup, no typo, my vagina feels fresh and ready for another round... but before I explain... a big congratulations to Greg and Dan for winning the low handicap (men's) division in grand style. Another big hand for my partner Craig who may retire today with his big winnings. He won a skin on Saturday, two skins on Sunday, he bet on Greg and Dan to win their division, and he may take a small pittance for our 3rd place finish.

Yes, we squeaked out a 3rd place finish in our division, and had a real chance to get the three points to tie for first. We were in every match going 0, +1, +1, +1, +1, 0, +2. Craig played great, and I even helped on a number of holes. We had a wonderful weekend... drank allot of wine, smoked allot of cigars, and lost allot of golf balls.

To my vagina. The 7 nine hole matches were a great opportunity for me to experiment with my new clubs (I am actually using demos until they arrive,) and discovering my new swing on the tee box. It was that new swing that has improved my privates... let me explain. I am using a new practice routine. Aim, ass out, body square, right hand over left, away from ball is basically the same is before. Next though I take my first back swing and slowly rotate my upper torso back until my club is bouncing back over my head. I take moment to flex at the point to really feel it and then take a smooth swing forward.  Next I take one more practice swing, but swing so hard with my entire body that I practically lift off the ground like a helicopter.  The point of these two practice moves are to make my body rotate and not use my arms to swing at the ball. Finally I set up, repeat the same swing at 70% of the fast swing and only concentrate on keeping my head still, and eyes glued to the ball. I hit it much more consistent than I ever have before both in length and accuracy. Still not long, but much probably 10-15 yards longer than before. So as I stand on the tee box with two holes  left I comment to partner Craig, "Boy, my thighs are really starting to burn badly, I have never felt this before, perhaps its from my new swing."  Craig promptly responded, "...but Dave, you were always complaining that your old swing made your vagina sore!"

Thanks for a great weekend Craig!

Kyle spent a half an hour with me on the beach today.

I would have been better using my $40 as toilet paper.

Jules Olley is accepting applications to take over teaching course etiquette classes.

There will be no further public comment regarding this decision.

What happens at tenth tee stays at the tenth tee.

...nuff said.

Donald Ross is turning over in his grave...

A flower bed was just installed behind the 4th hole at RICC to add color! Well, how about a Mary in a bath tub... or a koi pond, or 30 foot high statue of me with my pants on my ankles, shining a big hairy ass moon at all approaching shots.  All three landscape features would have an equal place in this landscape.

Just look at the picture above. The flower bed now dominates the entire hole, and in (not so) my humble opinion,  flies in the face of anything Donald Ross would want to see around one of his greens.  You don't have to be landscape architect to realize that changes to golf course designed by a world class golf course architect should follow the spirit of the original design parti.

New Titleist STH balls are amazingly accurate... I do not recommend them

I tried a sleeve of the new STH's (Sand Trap Heavy) balls designed by world class engineers at Titleist to weight themselves out of pure flight into any bunker below them.  The thought was that if you are confident enough in your sand game, these will always give you the perfect lie.

They worked remarkable well... and thank goodness I had my shovel and pale. But truth be told, my sand game is not at a level where I can handle these bad boys.

New Kyle Phelps custom fitted clubs should be a perfect match for Andreozzi's tallent.

Watch out!

Buns of Steel | Forged out on the Range

Jim Goodwin enters talks with Richard Simmons Productions to produce a golf exercise video.

Jim Goodwin, known internationally by his great back side, is developing this state of the art video will use cutting edge technological advances that he has developed under a grant with the American College of Sports Medicine (ACSM) to produce a new exercise video for Richard Simmons Productions.  These exercises are designed by Jim to be done on the driving range while practicing your golf game, but are intended to produce fast, powerful movements, and improve the functions of the nervous system. Jim theorizes that plyometric movements within the buttocks improves when the muscle is loaded and then contracted in rapid sequence, use the strength, elasticity and innervation of muscle and surrounding tissues to drive the ball longer, run from Andreozzi stray shots faster, and throw clubs as far as Danny.

Andreozzi to be Fitted for Titleist AP1's tomorrow morning by Kyle Phelps.

Andreozzi, represented by IMG World, has entered into agreement with Titleist to use their AP1's for payment at full list price. He was quoted at this morning's tournament press conference "I love the way the AP1's actually make me look like a much better golfer than I really am. I think they take 10 strokes off my golf image... and 5 lbs off my girl boobs as well! I am having lunch with Phil today and will mention that his man boobs could benefit from these irons as well!"

Dan Cregan to be featured speaker at Jules Olley's new RICC Etiquette Classes.

Enjoyable, interactive, character building etiquette classes are being taught by the club manager, Jules Olley. Dan plans to take care of the outside course etiquette. If your child's class is interested in holding an etiquette class, please email Jules at jules@ricc.org.

I finally demo'd a new set of clubs... Titleist AP2's

Only because Cheryl said... what kind cheap bastard are you? Well, not in those exact words. More like... Dave you have boxes filled with wine arriving every day that you will piss out tomorrow, and you wont buy a new set for clubs that you will use for years? I explained that I like the feel of hitting a Pro V1 with my Mashie and my Niblick! She didn't buy it. I liked them allot... but the bottom line was that I played well on Sunday, not because of the technology, but because I swung at the ball correctly a couple of times.  I would love to upgrade my brain, not my equipment.

Coincidentally, I bumped into Peter Broome, a friend and exec at Titleist before the round, who commented that the 1's were even more forgiving than the 2's... which was a very polite way to say, Dave you suck, and you could use all the help you can get.  So I will try them next!

How about we do a RICC review for future improvements to the course design.

When I say improvements I mean reconstructing Rhode Island Country Club closer to Donald Ross's original intent. I will take a pad and a camera when we play from the tips in a week and a half. This will keep my mind busy and not thinking about a day of par fives!

The 4th hole, today and yesterday.

The Goodwin Strikes Back

Your Kodak moment provided by Professor Jim Goodwin... when, on the 16th tee box, after a bit of a struggle, we could all hear him say to himself as he was about to hit.... Jim, let's shake off this yeast infection. We all pretty much bust into tears laughing.

...except, at that very moment on the other side of the golf galaxy, Leslie, his wonderful wife sat at home with a hot coffee and the Projo, stopped for an abrupt second, and said a low concerned voice... "There has been a disturbance in the force. I have felt it."

Eventually... even the blind squirrel finds a nut!

Yup, Kyle was right when he said "David, I have never said this to anyone since I have been giving lessons, but you could really benefit by starting with a couple of drinks before you come down to the range."

So  I approached the first tee for our 7am tee time with a touch of alcohol left in my blood stream from last night. It happened to be damn good vino, a 2004 Agharta Syrah. It was aged for 58 months in French oak casks! That sounds insane... but it was insanely good! Sorry, I digress...

Well, something clicked and I lucked into an 89.... yup, broke 90!  I really think it was the golf gods fucking with me, like a pitcher setting up a batter for a high heat punch out with an inside off speed pitch. Translation... it will only make my next 105 more painful.  This is a sick game. Here is our scorecard... sweet.

Sunday was two ball day. For non golfers, this means there are actually nine two ball matches running at the same time among our foursome.  For example player one is in three separate matches with each of the other three members of the foursome, and so on. In any case, within our group there was a three way tie for low score. Cregan-Andreozzi 61, Cregan-Goodwin 61 and Andreozzi-Goodwin 61 We will see how it hold up against the rest of the field tomorrow morning.

Goodwin played rock steady, Perryman had the golden horse shoe firmly in place using various horticulture throughout the course to set up his approach shots, and Cregan was holing out like he was dropping two foot putts.

Perryman had a massive quadruple bogie at the turn while eating breakfast when he pontificated that either summer tomatoes or fresh bananas are the most enticing and desirable things to eat in the world. Hello Perryman?


We also decided in a moment of masochistic weakness to play from the tips in two weeks.  Been there, done that... its not going to be pretty for me. The only good news is that I have a decent chance of landing my drives on the nine holer tee boxes and still maintaining a fairway lie.

An awesome day... peace.

6:15am | Purple stained teeth and a slight headache.

It could be a long round of 18 holes this morning.  Perhaps a big honking cigar will help!

Horseshoe Perry becomes the Sandman!

For a guy that gave up a golf cart for a camel in order to help him find is way out of the sand... Perryman became Olin Browne this morning wholing out and dropping sandies on us from left and right.

If anyone is interested, Greg has just posted an add for Caroline on Craigs list. If you mention this blog he will give you a 15% discount and real big pooper scooper.  She is cute as a button!