All,

A great time with a great group of guys! Only two things could have made it
better:  having Dave, John, Willo, Jack, and Ikey for the full complement of
Cyberzahmbies, and better luck at the tables.  My guess is there is a better
chance of the former than the latter....

Some random ramblings of our trip include:

- Our initial Mirage experience (Mags and me).  We were the first of the
group  to arrive, get to the check window, and when I say "Reservation for
Sobolewski" the gal looks into her computer once..twice....threeeee
times......"No sir" is the reply.  I immediately went from optimism to stark
terror.  Gabes, what have you done to us?  Fortunately, we found them all
under Captain Bustoutathon's name.  Mission accomplished.  (Andy- was this a
sign?)

- Late that night/early the next morning, in front of the casino cashier.  A
youthful hardbody causes the invention of the WOW rating algorithm.

- Sometime that night when Hans recounts success in getting us comp'd at
Angel Park the next day.  Who says you get what you pay for?  It was nice
track we played for a great price.  Nice job, Hans!

- Hans, Part II.  after his third three putt in five holes, backhanding the
missed two footer OUT OF BOUNDS!  A first in Cybergolf annals!

- Angel Park, Part III.  How did we lose so many balls in the rough just a
bit off the fairway?

- Running into Al and his brother-in-law, who is huge.  How can anyone call
the guy "Mikey?"

- Sitting around the pool Thursday afternoon.  Who'd have thought the
Cyberdrink of choice would be Pineapple Daiquiris?

- Gabes, later that night.  "C'mon, try the crap tables.  You picked it up
fine last night."  Maybe, but I never picked up anything else off a crap
table the rest of the trip.

- Friday, driving to Pauite after a short detour; Andy pulls up on the right
and asks "What golf course?"  Soon, he would learn the answer.

- In the Pro Shop, the cute Pro Shop gal saying "You mean you guys are
really from ND?  Me too! BA '90, Law School '96!!"  Not only did it make me
feel real old, but I had to wonder:  if our Law School is any good, why is
she tending a cash register at a golf course?

- On the first hole, immediately after I reminded our group of the "No
Gimme" rule, TAP backhands a putt which rimmed out- and missed.  He won the
first and only "Gotcha" of the foursome.  Quick study, that Prepster.

- Kevin, after the long Par 3 over water, where a double was our best
effort: "That's a tough Par 5."

- Andy, on the fifth green: "Thank God for the Max 8 rule."

- In the cigar room, after the round, when the waitress announced the Ryder
Cup results, I remember thinking "I'll bet poor Willo wishes he were out
here." Big surprise; another lost bet.

- Dinner that night, as Mags perused the wine list to choose wines worthy of
Dave's classy offer to treat us that night, Fox suggesting 'Don't get the
$60 bottle; let's get 6 bottles for $10 so we have enough."  Dave, thanks
again.  Hope things are fine, and you can make it next year.

- The next afternoon in the Caesar's Sport Book, with time running down in
the Penn State game.  PSU takes over on downs. The Penn Staters in the crowd
are roaring; I need six to cover the wise Fox needs a stop to win.  Joe Pa
calls a deep post which JUST misses.  Fox is screaming "I know he'll run it
up.  I know it.  They march down the field, first and goal from the three.
Two tries, and time runs out.  Says Fox "that Paterno is a helluva coach."

- Later that day, at the all-Zahm blackjack table with Sharon dealing.  Some
one made a forgotten comment, to which she cupped her right hand, shook
three times, and said the Hans "Did I get any on you?"

- Sunday morning, one more bout at the Blackjack tables with Nick the pit
boss.  "Who else wants breakfast?"

After that, it was a blur.  We all scattered to airports, homes, wives
awaiting us with open arms, and flashbacks of a great weekend.  In the words
of the immortal Bums  "Wait til next year!"

Enjoyed it all, 

Sobo