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From FORE to Feast
As the last remnants of Fourth of July firework smoke
cleared in the distance, in from all points of the compass came a thundering
horde of MGs. (Not alluding that our vehicles belch smoke, mind you, they
are far too health-conscious to be smoking.) When the smoke cleared (uh…
poetic license, guys, ok?), there stood the majestic group – 3 MGTD’s, 4
MGB’s, and a Midget.
Out of these mighty machines (and a few made in the US and Japan) stepped
some of the DVC’s finest golfers. Ready once again to put metal to ball in
their quest for the cup. There they stood… Lew, Marianne, & Kris Phillips;
Dick & Sandy Suffredini; Tom & Jaimee Rippert; Paul, Evonna, Caleb, & Logan
Phillips with friend Jennifer; Dave & Gloria Schwab; Jill Schwab & Dan Kozo;
Carol & Danny Kain with friend Torin Killeen; Brian Straub; Barre & Eleanor
Williams; Lyn & Bobbie Hughs; and Donna Bristol & Walt King. Even Lisa Waltz
made an appearance (actresses do that, you know). Since her mighty steed was
having some mechanical difficulties, she opted to partake in some of the
DVC’s finest knowledge instead of joining in the swinging of clubs.
Off they went to the Castle, Farm, and Chip ‘n Putt courses. Off they went
to show the world how British car owners play golf. “Where is Tiger? Where’s
Mickelson and Bjorn? Where’s Ogilvy or Vijay?”, was heard throughout the
gallery. Ah, they were all afraid to show up and see how these DVC masters
play the game. Even the great Jack Nicklaus retired rather than witness this
fiasco… er… extravaganza.
As the last of the wounded in the gallery were whisked to a local infirmary,
these greats of golf-dom made their way back to the clubhouse for a quick
burger or dog and a drink. All the while the crowd whispered of their grand
style. “The way those guys play is immortal!”, they said. (It sounded like
they said immoral, but I’m certain that they meant immortal.)
Once refreshed, it was back into their coaches and off to show that they not
only could drive a ball, they could also drive a rallye. A rallye that would
end with chicken, beer, and camaraderie.
See you next year! Safety Fast!
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