This year's event was only for the
(fool)hardy. The rains came at 1:31, just moments after the first group's
tee-off. The rain-shortened round was declared finished after 9 holes, although
Fenwick, Lugsdin and Stephens insisted on doing 18. One foursome of nameless
wimps dropped out after 6.
The trophy was reluctantly turned over
to Ted Swain to recognize the improvement in his golfing prowess. Ted shot a
blistering 49, which netted to 34. An awesome improvement over past
performance. No more 30 handicaps, Ted.
This year we invoked the new "Stephens
rule" to spread the wealth around, and it must have worked. Low gross was
Peryer at 44, long drive was Fenwick and closest to the hole was Gup. The
scorecards were so wet and the results so confusing that we can't post the
numbers. Too bad.
The highlight of the year was Biro's
psychedelic rain suit. Purple, lemon, orange and many feathers. Several parrots
went to their final reward in its manufacture. It's a good thing for George
that the rains destroyed it before Pullam's camera came out. |
