A new pinnacle in the annals of Timboism:
Everyone
knows where it all began (Terra Ho - Indiana), but it reached a new level
on that hot sultry
day in July. It was on the 18th hole (the 9th of the Blue course for you young
whippersnappers).
All of us hit tee shots into the fairway. My tee shot was the shortest and off
to the right. I had hit my
second shot already and was waiting for Viper and Timbo to hit. Mike K. was
left, the river side and
had placed his bag in the center of the fairway, grabbed a couple clubs and went
off to hit his ball.
I don't know why but Timbo needed to get something out of his bag.
I
watched him eye Mike's bag and then went directly for it. I knew I was
witnessing history in the
making as Timbo rifled through Mike K's bag. After exploring the depths of
every pocket, Timbo
stands up and declares - "That's not my bag!?!!" ... turning to me he says "is
that your bag?" ...
"where is my bag?"... "this is not my bag!"
...and
that is how Timbo graduated from balls to bags. Who knows what could be next on
the horizon?
Spaceships maybe???
Mike Thomas
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The “Do over!”
It was the first time I played in the league. I was subbing for Scott. Viper was
his/my partner
and we were playing against the gruesome two-some of Pete and Terry. It was the
par-three
third hole. I tee-up last and everyone before me had hit terrible shots. They
were in the sand
or way off target behind those big boulders that use to line the cart path. I
checked the distance
on the card, selected a pitching wedge and hit a nice shot but it when to the
blue tee box for the
fourth hole. I rechecked the card and my club selection and complained that the
card was marked
wrong! After some discussion (one or two seconds) everyone agreed with me and we
unanimously
decided that a “do over” was in order.
Mike Thomas
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My memorable moment was when I was playing the back nine the week of the
Futures '03 with Dali, Sirois, Hentch and his trusty sidekick Lil' Hal
(without motorized cart, but beer in hand).
"The Hentch" got pissed off after his 8th or so shot (we all lost track at
that point) on 16 and picked up his ball, walked off the green, with Lil'
Hal, didn't putt out, launched 3-4 balls into the water from the 17th tee
while we were putting out on 16, and took off, with the scorecard.
D.J. Bourbeau
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Viper,
When we were partners I have many memorable moments that I can share.
Knife cut round
I dedicate this shot to your mother
pick it up
hors d'oeuvre shot
sparks shot
good thing you're left handed shot
etc....
From past years
turtle shot
aureviour Callaway
This year
Underground shot
Keep up the good work. "I didn't know what I had until it's lost."
Brian Dunleavy
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Let's not forget a few others...
"Tower Ridge !!!!!!"
Urinating off the deck at Tower Ridge - directly above the manager's office
Pete and Terry's never-to-actually-happen foot race around the parking lot
The Mike Thomas DJ night with his super-fly karaoke machine
Twenty-dollar bills affixed to Pete Stath's forehead every evening at dinner
(ooohhh... let's have another pepperoni and bacon pizza... oooohhhhh)
"Hurt Inside"
You have nice thighs
And, of course,
I just won this league, so "F" you all!
Or when Hal banished Pete from the cart they shared.
Steve Lima
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What about Veilleux at the Driving range out driving and "wasting" the Special
Olympic kids (ages 4-7) that were there for "Golf Camp"....??
(I particularly remember a mother calling to her little girl -
"Betsy!!! get away from that annoying man!!"
Steve Surprenant
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What about Pete getting his son to sub for him so he can walk around the course
with
a Captain N' Coke and yell at his kid because he isn't doing well enough.
… and Pete driving off with Hal’s cart, with Hal screaming… Pete!!!! Pete!!!!
And Pete teeing off the 9th hole on the front with his pants down.
And when Pete decided he was ready to go and teed of a 1/2 hour before anyone
else in
his foursome.
Dave Hentschel
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Hey, I do not know if I won my point that day but my 67 was a very memorable
event
(Every time someone comes close to it - people feel obligated to remind me of
it).
I don’t even think it happened! I want to see the score card. Who was keeping
score
that day?
Mike Thomas
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