Subject: [RSG-OHIO] RSG-Ohio 2008 Recap
It's the people, stupid!
RSG-Ohio is defined not by me, or the courses,
or the prizes, or the weather. It is not even
defined by Match Play Madness(TM). It is defined
by the people who for some inexplicable reason travel long distances to
play golf with me and with each other each September in Ohio.
What a group of wonderful people. I love so much
that you come and keep coming year after year and
we get to play golf! And drink beer! And tell
stories! And eat giant chickens! And recall past
years and make new traditions! I hate when you
all leave and I am left with my mind wrapping
itself around the memories... all that remains, reliving the good
times, remembering the faces... wishing it could just go on and on.
There is nothing I can do to improve RSG-Ohio other
than to do my best to get you to return, for indeed,
if you do, then it cannot but be great and grand again and next year
the Shout of life and love of The Gemme will once again ring in the air
I know I cannot please everybody in every way, but I hope any inconveniences and displeasures are minor in nature.
Friday AM was at Kyber Run, a lovely layout and so inexpensive. I had been a little dismayed to read
the latest comments on ohiogolfguide.com, but was
pleasantly surprised - the greens were in fantastic
shape. The fairways... not so much. But it is a
thirteen dollar course to walk! Quite a bargain, IMHO.
I played with Dave Tutelman, Roger Georg, and Phil Chapekis. Dave T may not be able to walk on water, but
he sure can skip/bounce his ball on/over it! Multiple
instances of skipping his ball safely to the land on
the other side... or hitting a rock in the middle of a
creek and bouncing over... or just bouncing completely
over a small pond. Phil was playing fantastic golf on
the back 9... so good I jokingly kept reducing his
tournament handicap... I think I had him down to a 7 or
8 by the time we were done.
Friday afternoon was hilarious and so much fun! I had paired myself
with the three women attending - Kelly, Debazon, and Meryl (abuse of
power, I know, so sue me!). Anyway, my plan was to play from the ladies
tees and just bring
four clubs (this would make a light bag also for this
none-too-walkable course). Unfortunately, Kelly could
not play so Scott filled in. They arrive on the first
tee wearing name tags - "Thor's Whores". So we had to
take a few pictures before heading out. Scotty's was
modified to read 'Thor's Man-Whore'. Hilarious.
So we played a little beer match - Scotty and I against the two
females, us with 4 clubs and it was a great time. We did prevail and
they made a lovely presentation of
the beers to us. Mmmmmm... victory beer!
We ate and drank at Champps and some made it to the
Ruckmoor (not I). To bed to rest for The Main Event(TM).
Saturday dawned needing a rowboat to get to the course,
but my big red truck made it through the puddles and deluge. We sat gloomily staring at the downpour, many
doubting if we would be able to play. But 15 minutes
prior to our tee time, the rain dried up, the sky cleared,
and after a wait for the course and greens to drain a bit, headed out for a soggy round.
The course was playing very long and I perhaps should have
moved us up to the white tees. My apologies to any who really
struggled with this length. I like the tournament to be on
a fairly long course and it does not usually play as long
as the yardage, but certainly in those wet conditions it was
a lot of golf course. I played with Mark Georg, whose soul
belongs on a golf course, Dug just Dug, and Rick Armstrong. We had a
great time, but our games all had a few problems. I played fantastic
golf for 7 holes - only 3 over. Then 6 over
thru 8. Then 9 over thru 9. Deflated, I nevertheless had
a great time with my good friends.
Announcing the 2008 RSG-Ohio Champion - Neal Bell! Neal had
a great round in those conditions. Congratulations, Neal!
Announcing the 2008 RSG-Ohio Premier Golfer - Neal Bell! Taking
both the Quaich and the Coffeemaker this year was quite a feat!
Announcing the 2008 RSG-Ohio Women's Champion - Kelly Newell!
Kelly triumphed over wet conditions and earned a victory
THANKS SO MUCH to all who donated prizes, especially Toucan Golf (http://www.toucangolf.com) and Clubmaker Online (http://www.clubmaker-online.com)
who have supported us for many years. After awarding the trophies, and
prizes, and all the hole contest winners, we headed out again to play
Match Play Madness(TM).
A new twist this year... my good friend David Hayes had sent me
a box of tee markers from Bandon Dunes. These tees were little
logs made out of that heavenly weed - GORSE! So, John Pflum chose a spot on each hole for us to play from and placed a GORSE
TEE MARKER there, defining the teeing ground as within 2 club lengths
no closer to the hole. Thor vigorously denied this being an
additional rule. So anyway, some tees were up by the ladies tees,
some in the rough. It made it a lot of fun trying to find the tee
and how it changed the way the hole played.
I played a rematch with Bill-O. I remembered him beating me
last year... but I found I was incorrect when I reread last year's
writup. I prevailed again, but only after he lost his ball left on the
very last hole and I was able to make it over the water without mishap.
I thought the teams were fairly even this year, but Ohio was victorious over The World. I don't recall the final
count but it was not exactly close.
Off to Hoggy's for lots of laughs and stories. There is a contest
for the best tale of the weekend. I told a story how I helped get
Patrick to his match in Match Play Madness(TM) by giving him
a ride in Beau's cart. He had a cooler of beer in glass bottles that
he dropped, breaking one. We picked up the glass, and he cut himself.
Poor Patrick is bleeding all over the place and I say to him - you
can't clean that you know, this is Match Play Madness(TM)!. I crack
myself up. Anyway, Dug won with his story about stymies and I am not
really sure what it was about but I know I had goosebumps because of
the manner of telling. Great job, Dug!!! After dinner,
I headed to my hotel room, fully intending to meet people at the
Ruckmoor, but I called my wife and laid down on the bed and that
was that so I never made it there.
Sunday was the annual contest to rout the Pesky Canadians back to
the hinterland and I am happy to report that your wimmen and chilluns
are safe once again! I (ham) and Mike (egg) always seem to play well
on the right hole (when our partner is in deep doo doo). Poor Peskies...
I had never played this course before, but thoroughly enjoyed it. It
is beautiful and varied with lots of lovely (%&#@!) trees lining
the holes and getting in your way. It was in great shape and a lot
We said our good-byes... I hate when it ends. I hope to see you
next year again! Please come back! Can't we play just one more
nine or two? We could be playin' Match Play Madness(TM), it's takin' me over....
-- Thor "Where'd Everybody Go?" Himself