101 Dalmations - Shadow

Thirteen players braved the "impossible conditions", with the wind howling?? and the temperature of 65 degrees and sunny, according to Mr Don Shingles anyway. No one could play well since he carded a 52 with 10 points, despite having $600 of brand new Rocket-Bladz drivers and fairway woods, to complement his $900 of new Rocket-Bladz hybrid clubs and irons that were purchased last week.  The fake Adams new set of clubs from last week were re-shipped on a slow boat to China.  By now, the reader might be pondering what does this have to do with 101 Dalmations?  Charlotte Bennett inadvertently found a credit card where Shingles  had surreptitiously charged the "fake" Adams clubs from China, and then proceeded to skin him alive like Cruella de Ville did to cute little puppies and made a coat out of their skins.  She does not yet know that he replaced those clubs with more expensive clubs.  An unconfirmed report alleges that Mr D.S. can trade these new clubs back to Golfsmith for 90% store credit on his next set of new clubs--stay tuned for details.

Shingles then pronounced to the assembled players, even though half of the field was still on the course, that Tony C's outstanding round of 42 with a +8 could not be topped, and then he left the property.  Thus Tony C was doubly cursed.  Turns out he was Shingles partner and his +8 was cancelled out by Shingles -8.  The third member of this team, Jim Cooper, won closest to the pin on hole #8, and was +1, which left their team in a dismal 5th place.  Paul McKee, with perhaps the shot of the day, won the pin on hole #7.

Speaking of "the first Noel, the angels did say", was the medalist of the entire group with a career WPark best score of 39 and was also +8.  Well done, Ted. No Pain Wayne must have had an inkling that this might happen, which is why he was a no-show, or he had to work. An unconfirmed report states that he was giving the sleeping gas to Bonus Bob Halback, who was being operated on to remove an annoying hernia, and to remove the phrase "purple prose" from his vocal chords forever. Hopefully he will not bust any stitches when he sees the inevitable end to this story.  As president of the ABH club, this does not end well for him.

The winning team was +22, which beat the other 4 teams combined, with Ted's +8 complemented by the Scudfather's " I had no open holes" +3.  The third team member was the top individual with +11, remember Shingles cursed Tony C.  Speaking of Cruella de Pfing, a new nom de plumes for El Canejo, he sneaked into the clubhouse with pars on hole 6,7,8, and 9 to be top individual and be on the winning team, and accrue 5 more Pfing-ex cup points, which makes his current total ---------------101 points--------------

Cruella de Pfing went home wearing the skins of both Shingles and Esponge Roberto Square Pantalones, aka Guido Javier Blanco Fernandez. Yum, fresh puppy skin.

Tomorrow 230 pm--and remember-as the days grow longer, so does the shadow of El Conejo as Sea Island approaches.  Try really hard to guess whose shadow looms large on your attachment.

Cruella de Pfing