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.