Dave Mccleary and the Pardsies

Party, Party, whooooa Party Time, when are you coming back? "Soon, we hope." - Dave, Max, and Drew. This Legend's antics and animated schemes, with this blog being one of them, are almost never left unrecognized or under-appreciated. My great memories of these preposterous shenanigans put my hopes of more of the same actions happening in the future in the realm of 'realistic possibility,' seeing as how he has come back every summer to erase the memories of every kinger-less winter we've had to suffer through. Our hopes and dreams that we may be graced with his presence for another summer can only be compared to, in my humble opinion, Columbus' quest for the new world, or Randall's daily requests for the reaper to lay him to rest. We can only fantasize that on this day, the skies will shower us with Copenhagen Snuff, and we will continue to hit range balls off the parking lot, have tug-of-war cart battles, and of course, play a few holes while on the clock. Following these various occurrences, him and Dave are sure to get pretty boozed up and make some great decisions. Now THAT'S where i"m coming from, Pards.

Remember Wounded Knee.

So I'm sure you will all here the story in detail, but apparently a few Indians were not real pleased to celebrate the White Man's independence day on the 4th of July. While Working down at gold with the young Tyler Smith, I checked in 4 very large, very pony tailed, and very tattooed indians at around 2 oclock. When they made the turn at 5 (3 hours later) i just knew that they were gonna destroy my dreams of an early night that would quickly devolve into a drunken mess at the grandparents 4th celebrations and whatnot. But to cut to the chase after sending tyler out to speed them up, i go out myself and tell them to pick it up a little bit, when i am informed by the jamison's who are members that they driving all over the course. I go and tell them again that they must stay on the path, this sets off a rather large man who i can only call Geronimo. He pulls the race card and i ask me why im only telling "them" and how come "we" are the only ones i'm yelling at. The mess rises to a crescendo by the 18th hole as I get a call from the angelica jamison who is on the verge of tears telling me the 4 men have completely stopped playing golf and are just screaming at them from the fairway. I call Dan and security, dan beats security here and they difuse the situation. In closing, there is a reason that the savages were restricted to reservations and should keep to gambling and peyote just like dave should keep to chipping.

nobody likes a quiter

Of all the rumors and stories passed between us, this is probably the most exciting. Gephart Quit. J/K told me this. Romeo, a slightly more credible source but not by much, told me this. Even The Mac is passing along the news. With Chuck gone, Gep had to pick up the slack and he obviously could not take the heat. It is very hard to replace a worker like Chuck and the weight of this responsibility can easily make any mere mortal crumble with self-doubt and cowardlyness<----totally a real word.

Poop

Here is what i really hate. Some mornings, early, dudes love to take dumps in the men's room. Big, smelly dumps that require the door to the men's room to be closed and the window to be opened for the smell to escape. Why do they feel the need to take their first shit five minutes before they tee off? beats me

MISSING ITEM: VERY URGENT, ALL BLOG MEMBERS MUST READ

MISSING: MY SWING

• LAST SEEN ON: GOD KNOWS WHEN
• DATE MISSING: SOMEWHERE AROUND MAY OF 2002, WHEN I PURCHASED MY FIRST SET OF CLUBS
• LOOK FOR THESE SIGNS: LARGE UNCURABLE BLOCKS AND SLICES, DUCK HOOKS, SHANKS, DUFFS, CHUNKS, TOPS, CHUNKED CHIPS, LAG PUTTS, AND, ONCE IN A WHILE, NO FORWARD PROGRESS WITH THE GOLFING BALL
• I URGE YOU ALL NOT TO SUCCUMB TO THESE IRREVERSIBLE SWING DISASTERS
• IF FOUND, PLEASE NOTIFY ME VIA MOBILE PHONE, FACEBOOK, MYSPACE, NOT TWITTER, OR JUST WRITE IT ON THE SCHEDULE IN THE BALL ROOM
• THE REWARD VARIES FROM PERSON TO PERSON DEPENDING ON WHO FINDS THIS WALKING DISASTER
• KINGER: ONE CAN OF COPENHAGEN FINE CUT SNUFF
• DAVID: A NIGHT ALONE WITH ANY CENTRAL SLOP OF YOUR CHOSING
• TIM: A FRESHLY COOKED TRAY OF CHICKEN NUGGETS

This is very urgent everybody and I would greatly appreciate any information on the topic. There's a high probability that I may earn a bachelor's degree in business when I graduate in 2012 before my swing comes around again. But thank you for complying.

In completely unrelated news, it feels like things are really starting to get into the summer swing, no pun intended. It's good to see things back to normal after that horrendous winter. I'd also like to offer some blog-belated-birthday-wishes to one of our own, Mr. David Mccleary. As he gets older, his wisdom continues to try and outgrow his midsection. Just kidding Dave, that was tasteless. Happy Birthday my man. But I'm looking forward to the end of these damned summer classes so I can hit up the range on a regular basis and return to some sort of respectable form so I can start putting up decent rounds with you gentlemen. So until then, hit 'em straight.

Well that was easy!

Just like the staples commercial. That was easy! Today Kinger and myself joined force with the Big A-B and Drew N. to practically lap the field in the Kaiser Classic. It was a good win for the program even if Tom bent the rules "slightly" for our team's entry. After shooting a cool 57 we went on to capture the only 2 skins of the day. Kinger was on fire bombing the ball what seemed like a mile and draining anything in front of him. I did my share not exactly an impressive day from me though, but considering I left with more money then I started I wont complain. Look out beechwoods, wednesday TL invades.

Martha Reeves and the Vandellas

Jimmy, Jimmy, whooooa Jimmy Mac, when are you coming back? "Never, I hope." - Scott. This Guy's opinion is almost never left unknown and one day his stray tooth will break free from the shackles of those receding gums and spin off into another dimension. My predictions put this inevitable occurrence in the vicinity of when his combined age and handicap total 80 and he moves up to the white tees. We can only hope that on this day the skies do not open up and fire-rains cover the earth, or at least TL, in a molten blanket of golf tyranny, and I'm dead serious. Following this occurrence he is sure to pay for everything he could ever possible need solely in pro-shop credit. Now that's where I'm coming from, Pards.

Random Thoughts.

Hello Gents. I haven't written for a little while so I thought I would give some thoughts.
1) I've been playing like absolute hell and Kinger and myself are trying to find that perfect number of beers to win twilight. So Far 6 and 2 do not work for me.
2) I've been sucked into a political coup of sorts under the direction of dick rehermann, to overthrow the fire dept. I always enjoy a little corruption so I was obviously in from the get-go.
3) I wanna paint a little picture for you with this one. Imagine yourself sitting across from a young couple at a beautiful restaurant in florida. And you here a conversation that may go a little something like this.
Boy: so uhh we've uh been together now for quite awhile and uh you know i was sorta thinking uhh.
Girl: yeah?..
Boy:so i was thinkin maybe you would uh like wanna get married.
Yeah I can imagine that being the most awkward moment that anyone could witness. The previous was a fictious interaction any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental.
4) I still need a way to grow my money that is not drug related.
5) My beautiful r7 limited is soon to be gone. Apparently my Superquad was a counterfeit, who would have thunk it (well actually I guess I would have). However, Joe told me today that he wants me to try out some stuff he's got because he thinks he has some stuff I'd really like.
6) Anytime you get to tell Scott that Jimmy was talking about him or doing something make sure you capitalize on that oppurtunity, because I'd really like to see those two go to blows. I think I'm betting on Scott but that Irishmen is crafty and the Gremlins are on his side.
7) Finally Wednesday is officially Karaoke night, If you are looking for me I will be at the lodge quite liquored up and singing random 70's and 80's songs very poorly.
Well thats just a few of my thoughts do with them what you will.

Just isn't girlfriend material

My shift began normally. Right on par, pun intended, with most days and the way they begin while working with Kristina or Tina or Kris or whatever the hell she wants to be called that particular week. It all started with an off-the-wall comment targeted at my ears early in the morning. It was the kind of comment that no one would be able to follow and when a puzzled look arrived upon my face, I was chastised for my inability to follow such tangled thought. The exchange went a little something like this:

me; "hi kristina"
her; "justin says 'hi'"
me; "who?"
her; "justin. . . justin gulley!"
side note: justin gulley graduated high school with me. he was promptly shipped to Germany to fight for our country and has just recently returned. I hardly knew him then and we have only grown apart over the years. Needless to say, I have no idea what the FUCK she is getting at.
me; "oh cool, justin is home? how do you know him?"
her; "he is my boyfriend"
me; "oh, thats neat"
her; "anyway, he told me to say hi. but he is going to be here soon, so you can see him yourself"

So Justin finally shows up and I say hello. We exchange pleasantries and become reacquainted. I ask him how long he and kristina have been dating. To which he replies, "We aren't really dating." I wouldn't want to put a label on that relationship either.

Memories

First and foremost I would like to thank you gentlemen for allowing me to contribute to this blog. I thoroughly enjoying reading these posts and as I read them I have such vivid pictures of what you guys are talking about and I find myself laughing out loud. Also as I read them, I am reminded of some hilarious memories that went on during my 4+ years at this fine establishment. With this being my first full year not being a Treasure Lake Golf Course seasonal employee, I thought that I would share some of my favorite memories and I would invite you fellas to do the same (I don't think it's a coincidence that all of these involve Rudy).

3.) This first one was probably my second year on the job, so there are some fuzzy details, Z was there for this I'm sure he will remember more than me. I believe it was Bob Supko (again check with Z) but he was complaining about something to Rudy and Rudy did not take to kindly to this. These two men engaged in a shouting match in the Pro Shop with many curse words being thrown around. I have never seen Rudy like that, his face was beet red with anger. But with Rudy being Rudy, Z and I could do nothing but laugh. What a guy.

2.) My second favorite memory was on one of those days where all the carts needed gassed (I do not miss doing that). Anyway, Jude needed a little bit of gas to re-grip some clubs-I guess it helps take the grips off easier. Of course rather than get it himself, the boss asked Rudy to get him some. So Rudy hops in a golf cart to ride, not walk, those 30 yards from the clubhouse to the gas pump. For the little bit of gas he needed, Rudy brought along with him a small styrofoam cup. Not thinking about the corrosive nature of gasoline, Rudy pumped a small bit of gas into the cup and hopped back on his cart to deliver it back to Jude. Just as soon as Rudy stepped in through the 19th hole entrance, the gas corroded through it before he could get it to the boss and it spilled everywhere. I was still outside by the cart shed when I heard the uproar, so I proceeded to check it out. Everyone was in stiches about what had just taken place. Oh that Rudy.

1.) This is my favorite memory of my experience (and that's exactly what it was, an experience) at the course. It was an off day for the Rudemeister, I'm sure it was well desrved. Kinger, I know you were there for this one and so was Jude. We were all just just doing nothing when Rudy came in to grab the pay roll stuff. Rudy came through the door donned in an all denim ensemble. It you would have slapped one of those name tags on his chest you would have swore he came straight from the Jiffy Lube station. He found nothing funny about his outfit, but Jude, Kinger and I sure did. Rudy politley posed for a picture (Kinger, if you still have this marvelous photo I sure would love to see it) as we all laughed and Rudy began to laugh with us. They just don't get much better than Rudy LaBrasca Sr.

Well those are my 3 favorites and there are many, many more and I'm sure many more to come for you guys this summer. Keep me updated, I'm sure you gentlemen have that place running like clockwork.

Just Another Day at the Office

My apologies for my lack of contribution to this sterling current events website. I'm now free from the clutches of higher education (for a week, fuck) so I'm fully ready to resume my range-addiction and hopefully stop playing like shit so i can hit the golfing ball with you boys. Last Thursday at work was an interesting day. I came in at 2 and i was on with the Italian Stallion himself, Rudolph the Red Nosed LaBrasca. Apparently the Mac and Chuck worked in the morning, so I knew that I could throw it on cruise control for the afternoon. Wait, I just said that like its something that we don't always do. But in any event, in layman's terms, I didn't do jack shit. On my way in I parked next to SuperChuck's car. I could be mistaken, but I was pretty sure that i saw a letter from the Vatican requesting Chuck's assistance to fully restore the Sistine Chapel in Italy. I'll do my best to confirm this very believable rumor. But on a side note, does anybody remember Rudy and the Mac being mortal enemies last year? I don't know if there have ever been any historical wars between the Irish and the Italians, but those two did their best to start one up at the beginning of last year. However, after I punched in and started my shift, I noticed that those two were hitting it off like Zac Efron and a 13 year old girl straight out of middle school; this really caught me off guard, but I definitely enjoyed the 45 minutes of meaningless banter that those two generated. After about and hour, the three of us were standing outside the shop thinking of ways to make the range picking process more efficient. As any of us grunts know, hauling all those damn baskets in and out is like trying to make your way through downtown State College (or Oakland, for you Panthers out there) on a Saturday night after about 9 beers, and as many shots. I thought that we could maybe just leave the picker down at the range so it doesn't take a herculian effort just to maneuver the picker through the trees behind the pavilion and not scratch it too bad on the cart path. Jimmy then suggested that we just leave the baskets in the picker, so we dont have to haul them in and out each time. Rudy was lightyears ahead of both of us simpleton's though. He proceeded to suggest that we should leave the picker down by the range, baskets included, and then construct a conveyor bealt that would take the balls straight from the range, over top of the clubhouse, and straight into the ball room. Interesting thought. Liking the idea more and more as Rudy stumbled through his explanation of it, i suggested that we build a waterfall of some sorts that would even clean the balls as they glided along the bealt. The funny thing is, I'm pretty sure Rudy was serious about the whole process, so in that case, I was too. I think once Chuck comes home from his overseas tour, we should run the idea past him. The only problem I really see is how we would mark it as a hazard for errant shots coming off of 18. Maybe we could just spraypaint the sides of it red. I'm pretty sure that would do the trick. I spent the rest of my time that shift thinking of how amazing the Rudy Ball Cleaning Bealt would be, and how much fun it would be for us to go up at night after consuming mass amounts of alcohol and smokeless tobacco, and turn it into a slip 'n' slide of some sorts. Just throwing it out there, but I really think we should take this idea and run with it. But back to hitting the golfing ball around, if everybody's plans are free for Tuesday, we should definitely go out and scrape it around. I can feel the itch starting to take its toll since school's out. I'll be departing for the south on Thursday but I'll be back Monday to resume the shenanigans. So until then, hit 'em straight gents.

NEVER ORDER THE SPECIAL

Behind the counter of the Silver Woods Pro Shop, one can hear all. It was no more than 20 hours ago that I myself was in this location. While there, monitoring the chatter of the 19th hole, my ears picked up a juicy piece of information. The daily special was to be hamburger. The reason: because the frozen patties were about to go bad. This leads me to believe that all specials consist of spoiled meat on the verge of giving us all swine flu. I don't know about you guys, but I DO NOT want swine flu! Therefore I will be boycotting the 19th hole food specials and their top-dollar menu in general. $6 for a hot dog?! They're kidding, right? Oh, and I think I'll bring my own beer when we play, too.

A Day In the Life

I read the news today oh, boy, and I'm back to work. Sorry I couldn't resist the Beatles reference. I am back to work however and have put two shifts in so far up at the course. I got a couple of interesting stories to tell. My first day back I had the pleasure of working with the Mac, where he informed me about getting my driver fixed by Joe Beatty, but more about that later. Well, first I went into the ball room to clean a whole shit-ton of balls that were just left in there baskets, and as I begin to run the ball washer, wouldn't you know it, the thing is jammed. As I reach into the the disgusting water to feel for the jammed ball to my surprise there is almost 100 balls sitting in the pools of nasty water. I alert the Mac who informs me that we have a new staffer in Silvio "benny" Benasuti. I assume that he created the debacle, but it was quickly fixed so no harm no foul. Next as I take my first Ranger trip of the year I run into none other than the BIG A-B. It was pretty early in the morning so it is hard to say how fast he was going, but thats neither here nor there. I was also enlisted on my first day to go around the whole course and pound all the OB and hazard stakes into the ground if they are loose. Kinger and I both discussed how terrible of a job this sounds on paper but in practice it is actually pretty cool. I got to go out on the course in 70 degree weather and bang stuff with a big hammer. Wait how could that even sound bad on paper I stand corrected, sometimes our job can be pretty sweet. My first day ended with picking the range. I have to say that I was downright giddy over this since we had the new picker and I was getting to experience it for the first time. This was quite a process. I will grow Kinger's analysis of the contraption a bit right now. As a whole the easiest part of picking the range is driving around and getting the balls and it only made that easier, but gather the baskets and driving them over to the conraption then loading them and unloading sucks something awful. I dont look forward to doing that again anytime soon especially since i dropped a basket on my toe which is now bruised and scraped my leg pretty badly. So not a great experience but I did spend my time out on the range texting max and listening to CCR on my Ipod. So that was my monday. Tuesday was much less exciting than my first day but here are some highlights.
1) Scott Mowrey is the man! This was my first time working with him and he is funny as hell and brings some life to the course.
2) Shelly WTF! That is as much as I will say but seriously there should be 1 criteria and 1 only for hiring the girls behind the bar.
3) I got my first call of what I am sure will be many from Straffin bitching about Slow play. He felt that a single playing at 11 a.m. should get to play through six foursomes on the front side. Good logic Straf! plus he didnt clean his cart.
4) Finally, the rumors have been confirmed Randy B does love Enrique. He went through his whole media player with me he is alos a big Creed, Hinder, and Firehouse?? Fan.
Well that was long and exhausting (thats why she said), but thats all for now. until next time HAck away boys.

My apologies

Disregard the end to my Perkins story, that was tasteless.

My Return

The rumors have been confirmed I will be returning this sunday. It is a special day for a couple of reasons. First our mentor and leader David Patrick Party Time Kinger King will be turning 24 years old (I look for some fun to take place when that happens), second and perhaps more important, I jest PT, I will be returning to TL and ready to work and golf and bullshit mainly the latter two though. I feel that I have been slacking on the blog considering I'm stuck done here in oakland, but I promise I'll be contributing some gems to the TLPOATOUR. Also, I called in the middle of the meeting yesterday I will be looking for the details of this from Kinger. I'm sure Max didnt get notified of this since he is just a lowly grunt worker. But until then I sign off and as always hack away.

Hot Breakfast

So i was driving into class about twenty minutes ago, minding my own business, chewing some smokeless tobacco, trying not to think about the pile of work i have due later tonight...And i come to an abrupt stop at the intersection of shaffer road and the bee-line, between eat n park, ruby tuesday and the BK lounge. In front of me was a grid lock of cars that seemed to begin right out in front of perkins, and end at the middle of the intersection i was at. Having been in the same situation before, i though it was just a bunch of dumbass dubois drivers going full retard and not knowing how to drive when traffic is heavy. Now this is where to story takes a turn for the worse, i had to put more chew in for this part...I took a right at the intersection i was at and turned up onto the road that goes in between the k-mart plaza and the commons. I then proceeded to take a quick left onto the road that goes right behind BK perkins and the complex where H&R block is...That was when i discovered that the gridlock wasnt because a few shit-headed drives. I looked to my left and saw perkins, maker of my personal favorite waffle and hashbrown combo, burning to the ground in a wall of hellfire and damnation. Black smoke was bellowing out of the place and there were some flames that looks like they were coming from the kitchen, which leads me to believe that somebody left some pancakes on too long or something...Where does this tie into our tlpoatour blog might you ask? Well, put it this way. If you see Perkins owner Doug Jaggi, or if you're playing a round with him, i would probably advise you not to use the compliment "you're on fire"

Washing Carts Today

Today, Randy and I washed all the carts at the Silver. Lemme start by saying that Randy is the man, then I'll proceed with ripping into Gephart who is not the man. I show up around 9:30 am to find Randy waiting. I was not scheduled to work today, but what else do I have to do with my days? It was too cold to play, so I might as well get paid for hanging around the course, right? The schedule said Randy, Gephart, and Romeo were to wash all the carts today. On with the story. Gephart shows up about an hour late while Randy and myself were elbow deep in soapy water. (Romeo never showed either, but nobody really expected him to be there anyway. That’s Romes for ya). Anyway, I spot Gephart driving his jeep to the dumpster and tossing into the dumpster a few black garbage bags. . . wtf? That’s what i thought. Whatever, at least he showed up to help us out, i thought. No no. Not to be outdone by Romeo, Gephart insists that he isn't on the schedule. "I can't help today, I have somebody coming over this afternoon." he says. My vision turns red and I'm reminded of all the times Gephart fucked drew in the ass with carts after an event; needless to say at this point I'm cold, soaked and furious. "If you can't help out, then we'll have to find somebody who can." I says to that s.o.b.. (btw, he shaved his mustache and it looks ridiculous. There was a reason he grew that thing in the first place, and it was a damn good reason, too. His upper lip is not one of good looks.) He decides it would be a good idea if he lent a hand for a few minutes, and I enjoyed spraying him with the hose now and again. Meanwhile, Scott is in the shop dealing with the newest employee of the 19th hole. Jen or Ashley or whatever the hell her name is. Shelly must be asking all the wrong questions during his interviews, cause so far he is 0 for 2. This newest one is a recovering alcoholic and is afraid that working around booze will cause her to relapse. You'll recognize her the instant you see her. She looks the part. The telephone conversation (in tears) between her and an unknown second party has been confirmed by a credible witness other than myself. You can hear everything from behind the counter. I'll conclude this post with a thought. Why does Shelly keep hiring weirdoes? Has working at the golf course made us weird, too? probably

First Day Back

Friday morning was my first day behind the counter this season. It felt great to be back. The sun was shinning, the greens were cut, the coffee was strong and the OTHG was extra ornery when I told them they couldn't go off #10 until doug and his boys were thru cutting. They had to wait 15 minutes but you would think it was an hour. Some of those guys are so use to people listening to them their entire lives that they are unable to handle simple requests of order and procedure. I honestly dislike the entire lot solely because of the way 1 or 2 of them act. Anyway, anyway. Shelley is interviewing new barkeeps. So far the ones I have seen are all misses. When asked "Shelley, what the hell are you doing to me? Hire some hot ones" his response was to the affirmative that he was indeed planning on employing some lookers and that most of Duffer's staff is on the up and up. But that doesn't help us out at the silver and the boys at the gold are too young to know how to use their stuff anyway. What else, what else? oh yeah! happy hour 5-7
On other grounds, someone fairly hot is recently devorced and the ex is a step-touching perv. juicy stuff here.
Randy Baird LOVES Enrique Iglesias. LOVES HIM! it has been confirmed by a credible source.

URGENT NEWS

I have some news that may be of particular interest to some or all of the authors of this blog. I am certainly excited about this update of equipment and plan on putting it to good use this Thursday, either before of after I beat about 1000 balls. The Treasure Lake Silver Course is now in possession of a brand-spanking new range-ball picker! believe it. It is so new, that nobody had even tested it out yet. TJ suggested that I be the first to use it, ON the clock of course.

Ronald McDonald

Did Sergio spill ketchup on his pretty white dress? If it wasn't for the beautiful daughter of the legendary Greg "The Shark" Norman on this hack's arm, I'd have worse things to say. I bet he is wearing Ronald McDonald shoes to match. lol I don't know which is worse, his outfit or his putting. Anyhow, down to the matter at hand. Her name is Morgan Leigh Norman. She is the 23 year old daughter of Greg Norman, and she appears to have IT in all the right places. This, boys and girls, is the new "sexiest woman in golf". it has been decided

Tour Dates in Tri-States

Did some homework and came up with a few tour stops close to home

June 4-7: Memorial in Dublin, Ohio........ 4.5 hour drive
June 18-21: US Open in Farmingdale, New York....... 4:13 to Wills mansion, ~2 hour train ride
July 2-5: AT&T National in Bethesda, Maryland........ 4:16 hour drive
Aug 6-9: WGC in Akron, Ohio....... 2.5 hour drive

*click on the links to view course webpage

Golf Trips

This forum gives us all a great opportunity to find some nice courses around the area, and the spread the joy that is us around. We need to plan some trips and get out there and slap it around. I'm already itching to plan a trip to Bethpage and maybe play a course or two on the way. Let me know what everyone thinks. Until then Hack Away.

a humble tribute

i know i speak not only for myself, but for several others when i say the man know as egghead will be greatly missed around the pro shop. his antics and mishaps will not soon be forgotten. we all remember the time he swatted a bee and broke the boss's office window. lol watta guy.
R I P egghead

shankapotomous

I think i speak for all of us when i say, this is the best and most productive thing any of us will do all summer, on or off the clock. With the return of PT for another summer full of shenanigans, i think it has energized that jack-off base that is myself, david, and drew. When the forecast is black up at work, which it frequently is, we always know who will lighten the mood. This golfing summer has great golfing potential to be the best golfing experience of our golfing lives. So lets get out and hit the golfing ball boys.

Welcome to TL

Since this is my first post I'll keep it short. But this blog is just another tribute to the genius that is David "Party Time" "Kinger" King. This blog will only help to promote to the greatness that this summer will be. Considering that PT will be staying here and reuniting one of the strongest foursomes in not only TL, but I would argue the World( PT, Drew, Maxxy, and myself) this should be a very interesting summer. Thats all for now Hack away boys.

#5 1/2: 600yd par 6

I've parred it, but this season I can taste a birdie. We need to get some tee blocks from the maintenance shed, paint them and set them up on the power line.

first post on new blog

alright guys. we talked about this today on the course. i was bored, surprise surprise, and decided to get a jump on what I hope becomes the most fun summer ever spent on the greens, fairways, tees, bunkers, pro shop, range, cart shed and wherever else fun is destined to happen. let this be an outlet designed to promote mental health. that is all. enjoy