From Gary All, The details are ugly (I don't know what symbol to use, but Andy's is NOT pretty- and it got hung out to dry all weekend). Not to downplay the August-stocks/gates/whatever, this should become an official Cyberzahm event. Great company, terrific weather, first class golf, and interesting bars. Not sure what the best line of the weekend was, but it had to be Guy's. I hereby nominate him for full membership in Cyberzahm; we can't do without him. This could also be a great time to do a roto-baseball mini-draft just before the regular season. (Fox, I know you don't like this idea, but bleep you; when you put sun, beer, golf, broads, and macho together, the possibilities are endless). It was a great way to end the off-season. Let the games- all 162- begin!!! Sobo Head Tamale (and owner of Andy's ass) PS- Willo, in case you missed the score, Tennessee beat La. Tech by 18. (This should give everyone an idea of the degree of wagering this weekend). ---------- From: Andy Sent: Monday, March 30, 1998 7:36 PM All, This was my ass upon arrival on Thursday night: (.) This was my ass when Willo finished on Friday: (_o_) This is what flew out my ass on the golf course: (_$_) This is what my ass looks like now: (_O_) Details to follow. Mazins From willo Tue Mar 31 21:15:49 1998 The following are some notable quips from the Myrtle Beach excursion... Andy: How much do I owe? Willo: Andy, you can play in my group. Albert: I only beat you by a net 30 shots, I'll give you two more shots tomorrow. Andy: Who wants to be in my group?? Sabo: How come I keep hitting it to the right? Guy: What times does 'Thee Dollhouse' open? Mags: It's fine wine I want and need! All: Who wants to play some skat? All: who didn't win some McDoormat money.... Good seeing all of you. Nice to come back to the same type weather in New England... Albert....a quality time, you're a great host..Enjoy Easter with the family. Tell Guy he should join the tour. And Andy....what are you doing this weekend?? We've got an opening in the 4some? Peace brothers..... Willo From amcd Wed Apr 1 09:41:54 1998 Willo wrote: > > And Andy....what are you doing this weekend?? We've got an opening in the > 4some? Willo, Sorry. Guy is flying me down to Florida this weekend to play with him and some of his friends. Golf Comps. Gotta love em. Andy From mags Wed Apr 1 12:13:20 1998 After about 20+ years of not having seen the Domers, it was an amazing feeling to walk up to the first clubhouse on Friday, see the ol boys, and feel like I was just getting back from summer break between semesters back at the Dome. The voices, the chatter, the style of ballbusting just hadn't changed. And that was good to see. It was a fun weekend, orchestrated to the tee, so to speak, by Albert with spectacular scenery on the golf course, and later on. House of Blues was a good time; other bars weren't too bad either. The golf? Well after a 15+ year hiatus I actually enjoyed it and didn't score any worse than the last time I played. Best moments? I liked them all, but most notable were Andy singing the blues at the House of Blues, and after the Marsh Harbor Massacre, Willo bellowing in his baritone 500 yards ahead on the links, and Albert riding in the backseat of my car again after 25 years, telling stories. It was great guys. Count me in for next year. Mags From al Mon Apr 6 10:14:40 1998 All, Hard to believe that it has come and gone, but the Myrtle Beach weekend was one of those really special events... much anticipated... and then exceeded expectations. Started for me w/ a 4:30 am alarm on Friday morning so I could be at the airport at 6:00 for a 7:00 flight. I would start the trip tired... and end the trip exhausted! Met up w/ Guy at the airport, landed on time, and by 9:30, we were at Willo and Andy's motel as scheduled. It was a Days Inn along a highway and a strip mall. They split the $56 room bill, and Willo made a mental note to get himself a new secretary or to start making his own travel plans. We looked pretty silly getting four sets of clubs plus luggage, and some pretty big bodies to boot, into the Ford Taurus I had rented. Anj wanted to know where the Caddy was. Had I known that I was going to take him for all the $$$ that I did, I might have rented one. Off to our hotel, the Kingston Plantation (after first negotiating how long the trip would take w/ the desk clerk at the Days Inn. "An hour? Unacceptable. Can't take us an hour"). Kingston Plantation is set on the ocean off the beaten path towards No Myrtle Beach. Big high rise hotel on the ocean, w/ lovely villas set around a meandering lake and trees on the inland side. We had two villas, and they really were large and comfy. Kitchen, dining table, living room, cable, two bedrooms in one, three in the other. We each paid $121 per night, all taxes included. Also included buffet breakfast AND a round of golf for each night you stay. There are cheaper places to stay, but this was perfect for us. Then its off to Heather Glen for our 1:08 tee time, and an opportunity for the first time in 24 years to lay eyes on Mags, current Owner of the Nuzzahs and part time Geology Prof. Jim was nice enough to have given Sobo a lift down from Columbia... Mags was always the wheels guy... and our group was set. The weather was absolutely perfect that afternoon (as it was the entire weekend... REALLY lucky!) , and Heather Glen was a beautiful course. Nobody lit it up... Sobo's 90 was low gross, and I tried blaming my 95 on my rotator cuff. Mags blamed his 135 on 15-20 years of golfing rust, and I don't know what Andy was blaming for his 121. Guy and Willo came in just over 100, as they would just about each day. Guy ended up posting 4 scores between 101 and 105... most consistent golfer on the trip... and Willo wasn't much different. But he did break 100 once, I recall, and probably could have shot around 85 if he would only learn to chip!! Stopped by the store and loaded up w/ all the staples we would need.... beer and chips. Andy bought an awful lot of beer. There were 3 cans left when we checked out. Does that man know his liquor consumption or what! Freshened up and had a late dinner at Umberto's. GREAT spot... I owe my buddy Andy C on that one. Down home Italian, complimentary appetizers, angel hair pasta, tomato salad, and great entrees. The Merlot flowed, and we left contented. Andy taught the group Skat that night, and it became the standard card game of the week. I vote for poker next year, but Skat seemed like fun. We all went to bed too late, and had to wake up too early for the 7:40 tee time at Myrtlewood. But we did it! The Palmetto course at Myrtlewood was a traditional Rees Jones that had style if not glamor. And it had hard and fast greens. Hard. Fast. Bummed Sobo out, and my 90 took the honors that day. Andy matched his 121. That man can play all types of greens. Huge turnaround for Mags... playing w/ Sobo and me, and heeding some friendly tips, Mags slashed 21 strokes off his game and shot 114. Lunch at Fast Eddie's... beer, sandwhiches, Skat, and a quick snooze for me in an outdoor hammock. Then back to Myrtlewood to tee it up for another nine... greens fees are good for the day there. Amazingly, I meet an old friend in the group in front of us that afternoon. 98 golf courses in MB, and he is in the foursome in front of us. Amazing. Highlight of that afternoon nine... Mags, after a slow start, gets reunited w/ Al, his mentor and partner, as we played the last 3 holes as a sixsome. And he carries me home, w/ regulation pars on the last two holes, leading our time to victory and draping himself in golfing glory. Evening festivities on Sat featured dinner and music at the "House of Blues". Good cajun food and great live music had the joint jumping. A few brewskies had Andy in a good mood, and his rendition at the table of "Dem Moitle Beach Blues" was a riot. Anj, Guy,and I decided to keep the night going and wandered over to "2001", a huge nightclub that featured a few different rooms and styles. None seemed to suit us... that is to say, no women walked up to us and begged us to ravage them. Oh, well, maybe next year. But the scenery was OK, and we could sleep in the next morning, as our tee time at the wonderful Marsh Harbor was 12:44. Another gorgeous day broke on Sunday, and different guys killed a few quiet hours in differnt ways. I hit the gym, and the combination of aerobic activity, sauna/jacuzzi, and a few gallons of coffee had me speeding like a lunatic as we headed off to Marsh Harbor. Man, I was PSYCHED! The rotator cuff was feeling better, and some big $$$ were on the table as Andy was doubling up his bets for his last round at MB. The course is set along the Intracoastal waterway, and everyone loved it. Holes # 9, 16, 18, and especially 17 are very memorable, working in holes that skirt the marshlands, creating some exciting shots and great scenery. I finally put it together and shot an 82. And Guy hit the shot of the day. After I had put a 205 yard 5 wood about 20 feet from the pin, Guys cracks a 3 wood to within 4 feet and drains the putt for birdie! Andy may not remember the day as favorably. Andy didn't far quite as well.... his 136 took high round of the weekend, and it was almost painful watching him peel off the $$$ to everyone he played against that evening. Almost. Beers and pizzas back at the condo was the call for Sunday night, and afterward we decided to take advantage of the local sites. The basic theme of that night went like this: Andy was the flamboyant, high rolling gambler who had plans to leave town early in the am. But Guy, Willo, Sobo and I planned to play one more round... and we wouldn't have Andy's $$$ to divvy amongst us if he left. So Guy played the role of casino host throughout the night, offering comped cigars, cocktails, and table dances, all to keep the pigeon in town one more day. The setting for this was perfect, and it was nothing short of hysterical. Anj was in his element... chatting it up w/ the ladies, stogie in his mouth, Jack and water in his hand. Me, Willo, and Sobo sent a young lovely over to dance for Mr. McDermott... and as we await for sexy girations, Andy has her sitting down next to him, engaging in lively conversation, getting her life story. Thanks to a persistent cabby, Andy finally woke up the next morning and made his early flight. Mags chilled as our fourseome headed over to nearby Arcadian Shores to tee it up one mo' time. No one lit it up on this particular morning, but Sobo and Willo both managed to get into my wallet, as I remember. Willo did play quite well on the back side, and he and Sobo were a team against me and Guy. They had us beat on the back, and up 2 on a press going into 18(2 points per hole, low ball/high ball). Things looked pretty grim for the Danza boys; we needed the low ball AND to avoid high ball. We lose if we tie on either. And Guy was hacking his way through the woods as I knocked my approach into a greenside trap. Sobo was in a greenside bunker in two, and hits beautiful blast to within six feet. Gulp. Willo is 40 yards in front of the green in two; Guy is still off the green lieing four. We're dead. We can't win. But Willo's chipping starts to inspire me. He stubs one... the ball hardly moves. Then another. He's within inches of where he started. He jabs at the next, and almost gets that one to the green. There is life! But I must get up and down. Duly inspired, I blast my sand shot inside of Sobo's, 3-4 feet from the hole! Willo struggles to an 8, and Guy's 7 avoids low ball. Sobo can close us out w/ a putt, but he singes the hole (tough putting weekend for Sobo... close but no cigar throughout). And somehow I manage not to gag on mine, and make it for low ball and saved the press. Wasn't a lot of money, but one of the strangest turnarounds you will EVER see. And a fun way to cap a great weekend of golf. A few beers back at the condo (late checkout was a pleasure), and I even managed to track down Willo's lost iron at the Myrtlewood course, which he was able to pick up on the way to the airport. Everything worked out just right this weekend. *********** This MUST become an annual trip. Too much fun not to be enjoyed regularly, by all. There is fishing, sun and sand, tennis... it's not just golf. And Sobo had a GREAT idea re: holding the baseball draft down there. We could do it in a few hours over beers instead of weeks via e-mail and phone. And the ball bustin' would be hysterical. So... keep your weekends for late March/early April open next year. Albert/Babs