Much to talk about. First off RICC won the Donald Ross Cup! Second I was made the unofficial MVP by scoring the most individual points in any match, really! No, really, I made it up, I did score the most points but there was no MVP! But anyway, I using this platform to lobby for all Pots n Pans Players. We demand respect!
Warwick Country Club was beautiful. I have never played. The ocean scenery and magnificently sloped and racing greens were such a treat to play on. The only unusual thing is that Warwick has grass on their course. Grass, wow, how usual! Its small, thin, and green, and apparently grows abundantly. I wonder why Donald Ross decided to cover our course with a sand and weeds over a grub farm.
Well, it turned into an incredibly tight match. We just edging out the host club Warwick by 2 1/2 points. The members were wonderful hosts!
Me, I got some help from partner Craig Fisher on Monday afternoon. After a complete psycho-analysis he postulated that all my golf problems were directly related to the way I impose self inflicted pressure on myself during a match, to a point where my sphincter tightens and prevents a smooth and properly connected golf swing. He had three thoughts to relax me. First, an elephant sized quantity of Michael Jackson brand propofol. Second, an
intravenous drip of 2001 Pride Claret. Third, a bowl of Grub Chowder! I went with all three and it really did make me relax, and it really did make a difference. I hope his services are covered by Blue Cross.
So here is the scoring. I played 3 matches against three people from three clubs at the same time. 1 point for the front, 1 point for the back, 2 points for the total match. 4 points per match x 3 matches equals 12 possible points. Of the 6 nine hole matches I won one by 3, and 5 matches by only one point. Think about it...down to one freaking point in 5 matches! SO... FU to all you pricks that think I am a sandbagger. I am simply a golf mental patent.
Finally, I was given the Donald Ross Trophy to display in my home for my 12 points. My response to that, three fold; eventually the blind squirrel finds a nut... and second, calling hours are 4-6pm... and finally, Cheryl, sorry about the racing stripes in the tighty whities.
If you cant purchase tickets to see the trophy before its sold out... here is a pic... set wonderfully in a pots and pans motif!
