Golf Tales of How, Not How Many


Authors Smiling Bob, El Conejo, Thor, Big Tony C. and more.

Veteran's Day Classic at Harmony.

16 hearty warriors took the field at Harmony, some a little weary from the journey acroos two states, 6 rivers, and 4 farms to reach the course. The front nine was a battle against the wind and the greens, with the rough grabbing a few balls and refusing to let go with one swing. But a few prevailed not only on the front, but the back as well. Maybe a firest in Edgewater Golf Group history, the same team won the front and the back. This is with the recomputing of averages between nines.

The Senator returned from the clutches of the widowmaker to take a double sided win and sky rocketing up the Pfing-Ex score board. Eddie maintains his Tiger like approach to the trophy ands I only playing and winning at the majors. Mark "I'm coachable" Davis took lessons from the "A" group players took a double win and low man award on the day. And finally the holding of the big stick, the thunder of the gods, the pounder of golf balls far and wide (yes sometimes really wide right), Brian took a double win and low man as well.

A good day was had by all, with good food, good spirits and beer, and most importantly the company of good friends.

Until next month at the Holiday Classic at Bella Collina Dec. 22nd.

Henry we missed you.............r $$$$

Congrats on the wedding and gaining a son in law.

MLK Tournament, Jan. 16, 2017

            EHS golfers,  The Tom Ruby memorial MLK, JER day tournament was a complete success.Who saw these "results coming in advance?"  With 18 players and 6 teams of three each,  did anyone "forecast" that the top individual on the front was Steve McKinney and on the back was Mike "the Eagle" Smith , with a stunning birdie on the "impossible"par 5 13th !  It was actually a birdie but in the skins game he was given a stroke on that hole .

            Predicting that result would have been like predicting Trump would win the presidential election.  Ouch!

            Tom Towle almost had a stroke when his birdie on 15, the over the creek hole, was cut by Knoblauch and EL Conejo, who were given a stroke on that hole.  Judge Gerald was a medalist with 72,  and Mr Don Shingles was on a winning team.  He felt like a winner after fleeing the frozen woods of North Georgia and returning to action.

            The last Noel announced that he was contemplating joining the GA excursion.The excitement was electric.  We said that he could have a blowup bed with his roomie, Mr Don Shingles, and Mr Don Shingles told Ted the he has a blowup doll that will be in the big bed with him.  There is an unsubstantiated rumor that the doll only speaks French, but Ted assured  Don that he could translate for him.   "Ooh-la-la" is French, I believe.

 

            Sea Island update.   We are now holding 12 tee times on Friday May 5th at Hampton Plantation.  6 of them commence at 9:30 am and 6 of them commence at 12:00 noon.Please respond and give me your preference.  This is a time sensitive response.  When this survey is complete, I will let Rick Mattox know and we will turn back over 6 tee times.  Rick will also inquire about getting us onto Sea Palms on Saturday May 7th for those players desiring to play a 3rd round.  Eight players will be afforded the opportunity to play Sea Island on Saturday,  May 6, for the previously announced extra fee.

 

The British are coming, the British are coming.      Let me rephrase that.

The Lord Mayor is coming,  the Lord mayor is coming.

            The diminutive Welsh royal will arrive on Tuesday May 2 ,  and return to his homeland on May 9.  Vegas is giving odds on whether or not that William will be the Prince of Wales by then.  How is that possible, you ask?  What about Charles?  William would replace Charles as the Prince of Wales if Charles is the king of England because Elizabeth was no longer queen.  She is still in hiding because of her "minor" illness, but those in the know quietly acknowledge that she is not "well."

            I have asked Sir Alan to give an update to the group on how much longer Elizabeth will be around. He, of course , would be required to be present for the "investiture" of the new Prince of Wales,  timeout  a Halfback alert here.  Is that a word?  Was it quasi grammatically correct in that sentence?

            We are all hopeful that Elizabeth does not kick the bucket during the first week of May , as Sir Alan might not be able to come to GA.

            We have quietly discussed a "Weekend with Bernie option" for Elizabeth where they just duct tape her in the back of a royal coach and let her deceased carcass ride around in the back of the aforementioned royal coach so that the Lord Mayor of Wales can complete his tour to the USA.  Keep her on ice, so to speak.

            Like many Europeans,  he is concerned about what America will be like then, post election.  Relax,  I told him that by April 20 , 3 months after inauguration day,AMERICA WILL BE GREAT AGAIN!  The "Twitter in Chief"  , aka POTUS 45, will have tamed ISIS , disarmed "Jin San Pang",  another timeout here.  For those of you who do not speak Chinese,  EL C, the butcher of many languages, will translate here for you.  This translates to "Kim Fatty the Third."  

            OK, OK, can any of this possibly be true?  Remember the sage wisdom of our "linguist in chief" , Bob Halback.  There is a small kernel of truth somewhere in the many utterances of EL C, although occasionally poetic license and liberties may be taken with the truth.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/nov/16/china-fatty-nickname-kim-jong-un-jin-san-pang

            Occasional poetic license and liberties with the truth , what a great segue back to POTUS 45.  Where were we, oh yes ,  our new "Chief Twit", a little nickname for him,  "Twitter in Chief" seems to busy to use on a daily basis. By April 20,  Obama care will be a forgotten lesson in bad medicine and bad politics,  taxes will have been slashed on corporations and the top 1%,  highways and bridges will be under construction, coal miners will be happily underground again getting black lung disease in W. Virginia,  the factories of Ohio, Michigan, and Indiana will be humming with 100%  American workers. Russia will become an ally again, after Vlad P , Donald T, and Rex Tillerson, our new secretary of state, all hang out a corporate retreat lodge owned by Exxon and financed by Goldaman Sachs.

            Yes sir--ee Bob, the DC swamp will be completely drained and early May will be a golden time in US history.

            Since I know that we all miss the election commercials,  I close with this final thought.

I am EL Conejo , and I approve this message.

See you---------------------------------------rmoney at 2:30 pm at WPark.

Jan.1 2016

A small but festive group rang in the new year at the WPCC for a day to be remembered. Gone were legends like El Conejo, the Don(inator), Guido Juan Filipe Don Pablo Masterantonio Blanco, the Polish Prince, and Bob the Bard-hence my telling of this tale. One foursome and one threesome, er- make that two foursomes teed off at 9:30, as Wagglin' Jack stumbled belatedly into the second group with a blood-alcohol level of .18 from the revels of the night before and a thin plastic party hat Crazy-glued to his head (with which he played from start to finish). That second group also included Jim, don't call me "Chuck" Knoblach, the Brewmeister Mark Davis, and the immortal Coop. The first group featured Thor, Jon E., myself, and Judge Gerald. I made the first sound financial decision of 2016 when I refused to enter the skins game with the resident pros and the Norse god of the hooded 4-iron. I even did so despite Bryan's feeble attempts to lure me in after his intentional topped tee shot off the 1st. To quote the hero of this story when moving to the ninth tee, "This 'S' on my chest doesn't stand for sucker!" But I digress - the round began innocently enough with scrambling pars and shots you'd come to expect from the top two point men, but something was different today. There would be no snorts of derision from the Judge's bench, and long putts routinely disappeared into the minuscule maw of the newly cropped greens. The steady, tedious perfection of Jon would not win the day. The whistling of steel-shafted projectiles would not be heard amidst the soft song of the robin-or the revving of Jeff's Harley shattering the stillness of Webster Avenue. The Judge handed down his sentence, and the result would be record breaking: seven birdies and two pars while winning both pins. A score of 28 for 50 points, and a clean sweep of all the cash, save the crumbs taken by Mark while being carried to victory. All of this in addition to an indeterminate sum earned from running the table in the skins game. I was proud to have witnessed it, and even prouder to have not suffered more than a dollar loss as a result of it. All in all, it was a pretty good way to welcome in the year. Also don't forget about the Tom Ruby Classic on Monday January 18th. Look for more info from Bryan soon. Happy New Year gentlemen and I look forward to another year of great golf and even greater friendship

A round of 26 is the record by Zach Canfield a winter park legend and former Rollins College player.. he vows if I ever tie his record he'll play everyday until he stands alone.. 28 was the previous record before Zach broke it..
His day included 3 eagles 3,4 and 9.. and 3 birdies..
Thanks for Tony's eloquent rendition of the days events ... wanted to explain further that Thor attempted to remove all of which he lost coming off 8 green by extracting a double or nothing bet on 9...extracting myself to proclaim ' the S on superman's chest doesn't stand for sucker!'..
Never give a gunslinger an opportunity to reload..
I hold infamous record of minus 20 or something like that . My back 9 of minus 14 followed by plus 16 should also be a record let alone a round of 50 points.. I've got the bottom and top... doubt the bottom will ever be broken...the top. ...remains to be seen....
I've said many times to myself that this is a strange game... my worst putting effort follows a great one..this game owns me and for a brief moment once or twice a year she let's me enjoy the ride...
Let the new year begin...

 

 

May 2015

We are all acquainted with the story of Medusa-a once beautiful woman who angered the gods and was transformed into a hideous beast from whom one look would turn a man to stone. However we do have a confirmed myth in our midst. The "Donusa" is said to have angered the golf gods by failing to be faithful to one set of clubs, his poor play, and not allowing them to sleep due to his snoring. Just one look at his pasty, scarred...er... sacred ass can kill. Just recently, a side picture of the ass stopped a man's heart! All in good fun of course, best wishes to speedy recoveries for Don and Jim!

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May 2015

In September of 1759 an epic battle took place just outside of the city of Quebec on "the plains of Abraham" with both commanders mortally wounded. The commander of the French forces was the Marquis de Montcalm, and the commander of the British forces was General James Wolfe. The British ultimately prevailed and France ended up ceding all territorial claims to Canada to Great Britain several years later.

Last Friday another epic battle took place on the "plains of Winter Park CC." Witnesses JonE and EL C participated directly in the foursome while the battle was taking place. At stake was something as valuable as the territorial rights to all of Canada, that being possession of the coveted Pfing-ex cup. It was so intense that there were civilian casualties, as in most wars. Commencing on the 2nd hole, Thor Michaels was trying to high launch a 64 degree wedge over the left sand trap and check it down on the green. It sailed high and deep and drilled a Ford Explorer at the stop sign of the intersection adjacent to the third tee. The soccer mom looked around quasi horrified and then sped off hoping that we would not yell at her.

First blood to the Judge. To complicate the matter, a skins game was unfolding which was not going the way of the Judge or Brian. The battle waged on and after the fifth hole both combatants realized they were probably not going to finish plus their points, as the Judge hitched a ride on the bogey train while Thor decided to plant another tee shot into the same street he had already visited off of the fifth tee. As only two Pfing-ex cup points separated the two, the par 3 holes on 7 and 8 loomed large. The potential team bet was a complete mystery, because "partners" like Shingles or 007Shakey could determine the cup outcome. Their were 17 players competing so teams were "complicated."

Hole #7 Judge missed and Brian was on the back of the green "safely" by about two inches. Hmmmm-----

Hole #8 Thor hit it stiff and Judge G missed to the right and his club was hammered into the ground in a "mini-Minton" moment that was so loud that "Major" Minton could hear the screams three holes back.Thor also pick up 4 skins and the rabbit which left EL C in second place and Jon E in the back seat of a Montgomery Alabama bus seated next to Rosa Parks.

After the 9th hole , Thor has 4 skins, the rabbit, 2 OB's, and a fourth place medalist score in the group, despite some erratic play. In military lingo, staggered but still standing. Judge G has already put his clubs away and gone inside to sulk. He looked and felt like the Marquis de Montcalm just before he died from wounds suffered on the Plains of Abraham. On the 3rd fairway, EL C had casually predicted that this would all end in a playoff. Could it??

What about the team bet? Joe O and jim Cooper were +18 and dragged GJFBlanco to a richly undeserved team victory.The pins, the pins, who won the pins? Brian won #8 BUT the Dutch came to the aid of the French Canadians in the nick of time as a descendant of the DeBeers diamond family, Steve DeZwart, won hole #7 and forced a tie and a playoff for the Pfing-ex cup. If only the DeBeers had showed up in 1759 to aid the French, then the British would not have won Canada.

History would have been changed forever. Speaking of which, the Pfing-ex cup was tied as EL C had predicted. Judge G snapped out of his funk, found his clubs again, and reported back to the first tee. Rules specified a two hole cumulative playoff with by now a decent size gallery. Thor decided to throw his Aasgard hammer into the same street for the third time in 11 holes, and Judge G prosecuted the 2 holes for the win. Exciting and well deserved. Truly either player could have won and either would have been deserving.

At this point, any readers that are still left with me are wondering, what the hell does Ancestry.com have to do with any of this shit? The reason that it took me so long to finish this "scholarly" research is that ancestry.com has PROVED that the DeZwarts are distant family members of the DeBeers tribe, albeit from the poor side of town. Ancestry.com also PROVED that Judge Gerald and family are direct descendants of some of the Montcalm defenders of the city of Quebec in 1759, and ancestry.com PROVED that the Brian Michaels family are direct descendants of the James Wolfe family from England. DNA evidence "suggests" that the Michaels family is an offshoot of the BENNETT family in Elmira NY, whom clearly have direct lineage to the James Wolfe family. Please do not share any of this with Sharon Michaels, or EL Conejo may have to run away to live with his relatives in Guadelajara, Mexico.

Feb. 27 , 2015

Last Friday Mr Don Shingles was +10 and ruled the day in the EHS golf league. Since I was in Naples, I am not sure that this was not fiction. I am sure that with me present today that this will not be repeated.

I have no other news from last Friday as I did not receive a report.
Medical update---Ackerman, Blanco, McKinney all are not healing fast enough for me. Serious loss of income for the benefit of the group.
Wed Paul McKee shot a +10 to lead the team of Oldakowski and Gary to victory lane. Judge Gerald "volunteered" to "hold" Gary's money for him. Hope that Judge G is not suspended like several Seminole County judges have been for improprieties, What's up with that Ackerman, these are all Republicans. Do they think that they are above the law. Judge G may be on thin ice, but hey, he played outdoor hockey in Canada so he knows what that means.
Pins were won by the Judge and John Maloney.
The last Noel has thrown down the gauntlet. His research shows that a sober person with a low average will prevail over, his words, "drunken sods". To celebrate the throwing down of the gauntlet, he plans on having his head shaved into a Mohawk haircut like Daniel Day Lewis is the the movie, "The last of the Mohicans." He figures that this will give him the edge in his maiden trip to Sea Island.
After the round, we will celebrate with some Frozen dinosaur burgers prepared on the outdoor grill.
Mark Davis has recently unearthed some preserved dino meat from his ranch in Geneva. He has been saving it for a special occasion. Think the Ewok party in the trees on the moon of Endor in Star Wars.
 
Well, that is enough mixing metaphors for today, with a little touch of alliteration.
See you--------------------------rmoney at 230 pm. EL Conejo { the name is on the bag }

 

DECEMBER 11

Wed on a clear and crisp afternoon,  7 players took to the "field of dreams".  Tim Tebow loaned his #15 Gator jersey to El Conejo, who was inspired to have 6 pars and 28 points, netting top individual.  Guido Javier Fernandez Blanco won both pins and was the partner of El C.  Conclusion, match over.  In a setting sun,  El C decided to "Tebow" and thank the Lord for vanquishing the Egyptians in the Red Sea massacre.  Biblical scholar and Hebrew linguist Ted the last Noel left the parking lot looking like a disconsolate Pharaoh despite having a great round, as he believes El Conejo was mocking Moses, the FL Gators, Jim Cooper and all of the other bull Gators.  A shocked and stunned Brian Michaels arrived in time to defrock the Tebow impostor and confiscate the jersey, so that David Pfingstag could wear the jersey to work in order to satisfy the terms of a lost bet.  Come on David, you can "Tebow" too----, look, it's easy!

 

Joe O and other Gators-----  I hope that you enjoy this photo!

Sir Alan is confused, because this is all about American football, not to be confused with FIFA football,

or rugby or cricket.

 

Please everyone, come Friday because El C wants to see you-------------------------rmoney.

 

Note to Hansen, I tried to be humble.

Note to Judge Gerald, I tried to act like I had been there before, BUT I never had a Tebow jersey before!

As I played the course,  I felt like the "Force" was with me and I could do no "RONG", no wonder why Tebow believes he is an NFL player.  When you wear the jersey, you "feel the power."

DECEMBER 10

EHS golfers,   No, no, no---  Shingles did not drive his golf cart into the Range Rover behind the fifth green last Friday.

Sir Alan is breathing a sigh of relief right now.  What really transpired, { burst of truth here, Halback}  is that after a really good drive on #5, Shingles hit an errant approach shot into the front right trap.  Now the adventure begins-----

The 2nd sand shot came out of the trap, scuttled across the green, and trickled down into the small patch of grass between the sidewalk and the street.  However, it was so close to the street that when Shingles took his backswing he almost struck a Range Rover that violently swerved to avoid a wedge into the side of a door. As he struck forward, his ball went low and viciously hard into the side of the golf cart that he had parked precariously close to his golf ball and the street on the thin patch of grass between the sidewalk and the street.  Do not tell Justin, Jeff, or Judge Gerald about the dent in the back of their new golf cart.  Fortunately for Shingles, the ball went into the street and and then was swallowed by the big drain so there is no "incriminating bullet" to connect Shingles to this property crime.

 

Later on in this dramatic round, while El Conejo was singing the James Bond theme song  on the 8th tee, 007 Gene

"the shakester" Myatt laced a perfect shot to the 8th green to capture closest to the pin.  Number 7 was won by John Maloney, who posted a near par overall round.  Shameless segue here--------John is ready, willing, and able to provide everyone with new grips for cost alone, and IF you have cash or credit, he will sell you clubs for less than Edwin Watts, Golfsmith, or the "internet".  He will not take your 2,000 old clubs in on trade for new clubs so that Shingles is ineligible for this new offer.

 

As for the final results, in a stunning upset, Shingles, who had 8 good holes despite the adventure on #5,  Jack, who is

waggling way, way less, and shooting, much, much better , and El Conejo won the team bet, thanks exclusively to Shingles and top individual Jack.  With a field of 13 players, and some really good players, this was an upset.

 

Javier Guido Blanco Fernandez took his ailing prostrate home after pounding his head on, "his words", in Puerto Rican vernacular, "the ground of disbelief."

 

More to come soon on today's results------------ See the rest of you--------------------rmoney Friday.

 

El Conejo. 

NOVEMBER 23

EHS golfers,   This week by a popular vote, those that care and are available, Wed will be at 130 pm.

Friday is a day off.  Happy Thanksgiving.

 

Last Friday saw Steve Hansen shoot a 1 under 34,  EAGLE  #6, and finish as top individual at +7.  His partners were heavy, as in like lead.  The winning team was Jon E, Mike Smith, and Steve McKinney, whom all contributed.

We welcome Steve back from injured reserve.  We missed you------------------rmoney.

Pins were Hansen and JonE, and a good time was had by all, except for Shingles, whom was having a steroid shot that went so deep into his hip that his proctology appointment had to be cancelled.  Ouch, pun intended.

 

Current injured reserve or upcoming injured reserve.  McKinney, shoulder, recovering.

Blanco, prostrate cancer, Ackerman, surgery for Democratic molecules infecting his system.  Shingles, drainbamage, causes you to slur and mix up your syllables.  Joe Oldakowski, carpal tunnel, surgery is Dec 19, e-mail for details and we can all go visit and have lunch at Marlow's tavern, which is next door to the outpatient surgical center.  Mike Smith will bring extra scrubs so that we can sneak in as "medical professionals" and "help" his recovery.  Halback, has had so many steroid shots and is currently working on an upcoming addiction to OxyC.

 

People, your medical issues are affecting my retirement income.  Please, get well, and return to add to the coffers of El Conejo.  The holidays are coming and I miss you-------------------r money.

Ackerman's surgery was similiar to Natalie Gulbius' surgery

Can wait to do chest bumps with Senator Ackerman

NOVEMBER 13

Let's hear it for the judge.  Brian Michaels has been surreptitiously been acquiring Pfing-ex cup points while the Judge has been unable to participate.  Tournament host Mark Davis led his team to victory, dragging Brian with him on the front side at Deltona on Tuesday, but the Polish Prince, Joe O, won both sides for the team, including the back side with JonE and yes, Mr Don Shingles, who inspired his team to victory despite posting a 108.

At this point, I expect a diatribe from Bonus Bob Halback about run on sentences or at least a weather report.

Speaking of the generally hapless Shingles, he broke 50 at WPark on Wed, thus going +5 and winning the top individual!  His "stone cold" bogey putt on hole #9 allowed him to be +5, top individual, and literally "drag"

Brian to a tie for the team victory and splitting the pot with Bob H and the ever present and ever effervescent El Conejo.  I am sure that this sentence includes more bad grammar and sentence structure.  Oh well, roll over Beethoven, whoops, that's music, or at least Shakespeare is rolling over in his grave while the erstwhile Kentuckian continues to abuse the English language.  Speaking of the English, or at least their poor cousins the Welsh, I am sad to report that Sir Alan has been unable to return to the USA because of the abominable Scots.  They were promised so much largesse to remain part of the Commonwealth that the budgets of Wales and N Ireland and England have been "pinched", that is a British term for things being stolen form them!    New plan, let's petition for Wales to secede, the the Queen Mum will throw a few million pounds towards reconstruction projects in Wales and Sir Alan shall return in May.  God save the Queen, and someone please tell her to quit letting Islamic terrorists move to England with bogus passports so that they can then go back to Syria/Iraq and chop off American heads while speaking the "King's English."

 

A deliriously happy Steve Hansen will see everyone tomorrow at 3:03 pm at Winter Park Pines golf club, very short commute for him,  because cars will be parked on our WPark gold course fairways for the weekend.

 

See you------------------------------------rmoney tomorrow.  El Conejo

SEPTEMBER 12

EHS golf group, best last minute analogy I could come up with------

It is the last 1950's , early 1960's,  movie time-------sing along here----------

 

Hang down your head,  Tom Dooley

Hang down your head and cry

Hang down your head,  Tom Dooley

Poor boy you're bound to die------------

 

And then, Halback will alert you whether dead bodies lay down, after all, they are dead, or lie down

 

Based on Wed results,  new lyrics-----------------------

 

Hang down your head, Don Shingles

Hang down your head and cry

Hang down your head, Don Shingles

Poor boy, you will have to walk the walk of shame in Judge Gerald's court.

You have secured major, major points in the Doo-mas trophy award.

 

If Judge Gerald was Gen Patton, then Shingles was the private who told Patton in the medic tent that 

"his nerves" could not take front line combat, and then he was pistol whipped by Patton.

 

If Judge Gerald could have caught Shingles cart when he was "cutting and running" after the 5th hole, a similar whipping might have occurred with Gerald's putter and Shingles backside.

 

Now for the story that precipitated, pun intended, all of this.  We did have some precipitation Wed, and by now most of you that are still reading are anticipating the story.  Lay, lie,  anticipate, precipitate,further,farther----

grammar is such a pain.

 

Eight players braved the potential elements.  Judge G, Thor, JonE, and Bonus Bob are group one.

Jack, El Conejo, 007Gene and Mr Don Shingles in group 2,  007 and Shingles sharing a cart.

First hole, Shingles pars,  2nd hole, Shingles pars,  third hole,  Shingles has a make-able birdie putt.

Jack and El C "insinuate" that if it rains, even a little, Jack and El C are gone and all bets are canceled.

Shingles, shockingly Cooper, vociferously complains that that is what always happens to him when he is playing well and that is just bull--------.  In his agitated state, he 3 putts.  Keeps the rabbit, fails to fence it.

Hole 4  MDS makes an unfortunate tripleB.  Rabbit loose,  Hole 5, it starts raining while we are putting, he 3 putts for a 7 and El C now owns the soggy rabbit.  he jumps in the cart and takes off, he cannot afford to get sick, he has classes to teach.  Mind you, his next job is 5 days away,  AND, Jack did not hold his umbrella while he was putting, and he got wet.  Aah--------

He leaves, and before he gets out of the parking lot, rain stops.  The other 7 finish.

Jack becomes the wildcard.  Brian and Bob tie Jon E and Jack for top team.  JonE wins top individual.

JonE shoots even par 35 with 36 points.  Hint, weather was not that bad.

Gerald wins pins.  Think Pfing-ex cup points here.

If Shingles stays,  he and JonE most probably would have won easily.  Brian would have accrued NO pfing-ex cup points. Brian is in first place.  Judge Gerald is not a happy camper.  Last seen slapping a little kid during first tee hoop games who said, hi, my name is Don--------------

 

Hang down your head, Don Shingles,  hang down your head and cry-----------------------    

 

Shingles has vowed to head off to Golfsmith early Friday morning to get NEW CLUBS.

El C's  XTD-Ti's are "killing" his bargain bin tight lies.

 

Written "shamelessly" by El Conejo.

 

See you--------------------------rmoney at 230 pm.

 

9/5

OO7 Shakes and Stirs Shingles

 

EHS golfers, 14 players gathered Friday for "further" adventures. Some of us are striving to hit the ball "farther". That should keep Halback off of my "grammar gaffes" for at least another sentence or two.

As often happens, the last group determines the overall final outcome as the others anxiously await the results on the patio. The score sheet only needed the final tally from Shingles, 007 Shakey Gene, and EL C.
All three had 8 to 12 foot putts, El C for birdie and the others for par.
El C was away and missed birdie, tapped in for par. Rabbit secured. The fate of the match depended upon what happened next. Mr Don Shingles "inexplicably" 3 putted from 12 feet, took a 6 and failed to make his points after a very promising start to his round.
007 was shaking and quaking, but not from nerves. He does that all of the time, anyway.
Ouch, I think that the last sentence may be a minor "grammar gaffe", I am sure that it will be brought to my attention. To conclude this fractured fairy tale------------------
007 looked across the green at the forlorn Shingles and then calmly made his par putt.
Final results---------Gene, Jon E, and Joe O are the winning team.
Jon E wins both pins, the Judge decided to go OB and miss out on a pin.
The top individual 007 Gene Myatt at plus 3.
If Shingles had parred, he would have been plus 3.
Gene collects $28, Jon E collects $28, $14 for the pride of Poland.
Shingles vows to have new clubs soon-------------so stay tuned----230 pm today

 

 

9/2

19 golfers showed up for golf in the dark. At least when we were on the range it was still dark.
Shingles did not want to leave at 545 am and then play in the last group, so he continued to feign injury/illness and did not participate.
For those who worship Norse Gods, it was a very good day to be the son of Odin.
Thor Michaels absolutely "hammered" the field, pun intended, by winning top individual on the front 9.
Team mates McKinney and El C were his partners. Judge Gerald dispensed his form of justice by winning the first par 3 and a surprising 3 wood from El C skittered onto the green to slither inside Jon E's hybrid 6 and Judge Gerald's 7 iron to win the 2nd par 3.
Judge Gerald played a great round and finished the day with a one under par total for the entire 18.
Unfortunately his current average is at an all time record high for anyone who has ever participated on. the EHS golf tour. He actually played like a pro, oh, he is one.
On to the second 9
Thor Michaels hammered the field again and was top individual on the back, teaming with the
"most improved" Bob Halback and Joe O to win the back side. Definition of most improved is Bob went from
minus 6 on the front to plus 5 on the back.
Pins on the back were won by Jon E and Jim Cooper. It was a fabulous shot by JCoop on hole 17 to win the final pin. He exclaimed it was his ONLY good shot the entire day, or at least it was better than the other 104 shots he attempted.
Thanks to Steve McKinney for making the arrangements again, and condolences to Judge Gerald who must now look at the Pfing-ex cup standings and see Brian's name slightly above his. His substantial lead was eviscerated by the "hammer of Thor".
Wed 230 pm for those that are available
We will see you---------------rmoney then. El Conejo

 

8/29

Hey EHS golfers------Let's play a game---- this is a combination of writing efforts by Halback and Pfingstag

Try to guess who wrote each of the paragraphs!
Under an oppressive tropical, August sky, bruised a bluish-grey with thick, overhanging clouds, twelve stalwart members of the Edgewater Men's Golf Association challenged the links at their home course, the Winter Park Golf Club, celebrating its first centennial landmark. Hawks flew overhead, shrieking a warning to the athletes of the on-coming storm, a vestige, perhaps, of passing hurricanes. Stalwart and stupid, the golfers pressed on, forcing themselves on the inclement weather and the unyielding threat of doom and danger.
 
Well, not everyone was stupid! Shingles pronounced that there was a 190% chance of a hurricane, and that he had been wounded at his fantasy football draft the night before, and therefore could not play. The player of the day was Joe O, who shot a 39 and was top individual and led his team to victory. Other results have somehow been deleted from my RAM and I apologize.
 
After many libations, some provided by the master-bator, er, brewer, Mark Davis, the golfers settled in, riding out the storm, recounting past glories and summers still at large, some long gone, some yet to come. As the darkness finally fell, the last few faithful fell from the clubhouse, expelled by Jeff, and floundered through the storm's puddles in the parking lot to their cars, only to face the task of finding their various ways to home and safety.
 
Onward to Monday------from Bonus Bob and EL Conejo

 

8/22

Fourteen Edgewater golfers fought the sun on Friday (and the sun won). Since Henry gave me the score sheet to make up the teams, compute the points and totals to determine the winners, collect the money and then award it to all the winners, there was considerable math confusion (wait, is that tautology?), although the proceeds were eventually distributed successfully to

Low Man: with a frighteningly strong return to golf--Dan Picarella (+9);

Pins: Jason Mini-Cooper (taking my rare greeny on seven) and Steve McKinney (eight);

Teams: a tie--with Brian ("The out of bounds are in the cemetery"), Steve deZwart (Dezwart? dezWart?) , and Dan on one team, and Joe, Jack and Jim (The Major) Cooper (+8) on another. Both teams were +12.

Hopefully, El Cojones, freshly back from a trip to Maine, will resume these reporting duties since I can barely remember the names of the winners long enough to put them in an email. Also, his reports are more . . . vibrant??, and some parts of them are even true.

 

Hasta manana!

 

8/16

Friday saw a full field of fifteen Edgewater golfers tee it up at the historic Winter Park Golf Club, celebrating one hundred years of links activity. Thankfully, no one shot a hundred; however, the

Low Man was Yack, er Jack (+11), who was drug to defeat by his teammates, allowing the

Winning Team of Gerald (+9, maybe), William deZ., and Bob to take home the bacon (we paid in bacon because Gerald didn't have enough money for dinner).

The Pins were also won by the big pro (anyone else getting tired of this?).

Labor Day, as Brian has noted, will include a double point major tournament, secured by Steve Mc., at Eagle Creek, beginning (as I prophesized) at dawn's but t-crack--or seven AM, as some of you know it. Range balls in the pre-dawn dark are included as is lunch, probably before noon with the early tee time.

Get ready: The Mouth of the South returns Wednesday to harangue us all and to harass Don, specifically.

8/16

Not to be confused with snakes on the plane. They are on dry ice and there are 4 of them and they can last 24 hours. Even if you are playing golf in the morning, what time can I deliver them to your house?

They can come out of the carton and be refrigerated. In the refrigerator they can last longer, but they need to be consumed before you head off to Miami.
Let David and me know via e-mail and/or text, and by the way happy birthday.
Did Bill call you?
Did your Dad call you?
Ouch, I hear the slap off my head by Sharon.
El Conejo

 

8/12

Last Friday, eleven golfers competed on a hot day that was so humid, you had to have gills to breath. Brian won both pins because seven was open and he hit eight (Gerald--who owns eight--was busy moving, as in changing residence). Don (+6) carried his team to victory which included Jason-Mini-Cooper and someone else (maybe Guido?). Low man was Bob at +7. Don't forget: NEW TEE TIMES BEGINNING TOMORROW, WEDNESDAY at 2:30. Plans are underway for a Labor Day tournament.

Chillax (I don't know what it means, but apparently it's cool)

 

6/30

EHS golfers, Jack and Henry utterly devastated the field last Friday. With a large group of 14 golfers,

Jack and Henry were equally awesome. Jack finished at +12 and was top individual while Henry finished

at an outstanding +11. Henry "nipped" Shingles by "only" 7 shots. Jack and Henry were on the same team along with a surprised but relieved Jon E to finish with a team total of +20.

 

Pins were won by Judge Gerald and Steve Dez. El Conejo and 007 were +15, and combined with Bob Halback to finish in 2nd place at +15. To WHOM it may concern----Halback, you were heavy.

El Conejo posted a 39 and was +6. By now the reader is confused!? I thought that Henry was +11?

 

As Paul Harvey would say, now for the rest of the story---------------

The Henry that was +11 and "spanked" Shingles was-----------Henry DEZWART.

Well done Henry, well done.

 

This message from El Conejo is sent to you from 37,000 feet above Mt Rushmore, South Dakota

from a United Airlines Airbus 319 on the way to Vancouver Island to lead a group into the

Johnstone-Broughton straits to "Free Willy" .

 

As Jay and the Americans used to sing------"See you in September"

 

El Conejo rests well knowing that in his absence, the other "Henry" will keep

Shingles on a short leash. Hasta la vista from El C

 

June 24

Greatest result of last week was an appearance by Tom Ruby.  Everyone was thrilled to have him come out and join the group.  This e-mail list contains Tom's new E-mail address.

 

2nd greatest result, last Wednesday Brian Thor Michaels shot under par, had 40 points, and was plus 15.  He teamed with Jack for a runaway victory.  Judge Gerald shot a 33 and the two erstwhile professionals silenced 

El Conejo.  El C was talking a little smack after being one under and possessing the rabbit after two holes. John Maloney was also in the group and Brian, Gerald, and John posted birdies on 6 of the final 7 holes, which buried

El C.   Amazingly, no one was crying for him.  John M hit it to two feet on #8 just inside of Justin the pro ,whom

was giving a lesson to a client.  Shingles stayed home,  hence it did not rain while we were out on the course.  It did rain before and after, though.

 

Onward to Friday.  12 players participated and "Augusta man", Steve Hansen had a 36 with 36 points and was +8 to carry Joe O and Steve McKinney to an easy victory.  Joe O and McKinney were both modestly plus, so the win looked like Germany over Portugal in the FIFA World cup.  Look for Joe O to start fading away after celebrating his 66th birthday on Sunday.  In his honor, the Druids had a ceremony at Stonehenge and rumor has it that Sir Alan represented the Polish prince at the ceremony in England.

 

On Friday, Shingles stayed home again because of the 190% chance of rain, and again, it did not rain on us.

It did rain inside Shingles house multiple times during and after he spent $4,000 plus dollars having his house 

re-plumbed.  Charlotte B laid down Judge Gerald's law--------------

 

No new clubs for you--------------"Doo-maas"

 

hasta mañana from El C--------

 

June 18

Times have switched for the summer,  130 pm on Wed and Fridays for those available.

Friday results,   Paul McKee, Brian, and Steve McKinney won the team.  This is McKinney's 3rd win in a row.

Speaking of McKInney, he won a pin and the other was won by El Conejo.

Top individual was a 3 way tie, at +5.  Jon E  was top along with two others whose name I cannot recall at this second.  Why did not Jon E win?  Hint, one of his team mates missed 5 par putts and desperately needs 

NEW CLUBS!  Figure it out.   007 was last seen "shaking" his head.  

Forecast, hot and humid with a decent chance of rain.  Call Shingles for additional weather hints.

 

El C

 

 

June 12

Wed was a little dicey from the weather perspective.  10 "determined" players showed up and some were ready to play.  Sir Alan was awaiting transport from the Dunkirk/Southern Dunes Beach back to Wales.

Shingles showed up, he was going to play, then not, he was going to play, then not.  He abandoned his allies and fled to his house.  So at this point the Welshman and the French Count "Doo-mas" have evacuated themselves from the combat zone.  Resolutely the rest went off to play.  After 1 1/2 holes,  all hell broke loose.  Kind of reminds us of Omaha Beach.  A giant tree limb fell just in front of the third tee and almost wiped out our Polish Prince,  Joe O.   Everyone retreated to the clubhouse and the Polish representative Joe O and the "Italian", Mark Davis decided to cut'n'run, a la Shingles.  Mark recently obtained dual citizenship after his two week visit to Italy.  So at this juncture we have lost the Welsh/English, the French, the Polish, and the Italians.  So who is left to win this battle?  The Americans, of course.

Seven tough golf "soldiers" went back out and finished the round under tough conditions.

Now for our results.  Everybody won.  John Maloney shot even par and won both pins. He permanently endeared himself to our group by leaving behind his winnings for beer money while he took his son to a Little League game, which of course, was rained out.  Judge Gerald and Steve McKinney were plus 6 and tied for first place.  Brian and Jack were plus 6 and tied for first place.  Gerald's friend Gary and El Conejo were plus 6 and tied for first place.  Thus the six Americans and the Canadian were all winners, no one made much money, but all accrued coveted Pfing-ex cup points. This kind of reminds us of World War II, when the Americans saved the European's bacon.

 

In 1966, when Charles De Gaulle "demanded" that all US troops leave France and when he withdrew France from NATO, at the behest of LBJ, Secretary of State Dean Rusk queried the arrogant French President, and said sir, do you mean ALL American troops must depart from French soil.  De Gaulle haughtily replied, yes ALL US soldiers shall permanently leave French soil. Dean Rusk then said does that that include the thousands of US soldiers buried on the beaches of Normandy?  The embarrassed

 De Gaulle could think of no reply whatsoever.  There is circumstantial evidence that Shingles may be a distant relative of De Gaulle, but no proof.

 

For the "Eagles that Dare", tomorrow is the last day when we start at 230 pm, commencing next week the tee time will be moved up to 130 pm.  Yes, Shingles has predicted rain again.  Sir Alan will be 37,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean en route home.  The forecast is no better than it was in France in June of 1944, but the Edgewater golf group will prevail.  Wear your "Target" shirt Shingles, in case there is lightning!

Scudfather, quit chuckling---------  Hasta mañana from El Conejo

 

June 10

On the 70th anniversary of D-Day, 16 golfers participated at the "beaches" of Winter Park.

The British invasion force consisted only of the Lord mayor of Wales himself,  Sir Alan Cruse.

He had been assaulted by Polk County bedbugs and it clearly affected his game.  The other 15 players were American and if we were to explain the results using analogies  form D-Day,  Shingles and Shakey were instant casualties during the first wave of the attack.  Shingles is lusting for new clubs, but alas and alack,  his house needs to be re-plumbed as his copper pipes have sprung multiple leaks.

Most of the rest of the troops survived the initial landings and some good scores were posted.

 

A distant cousin of California Chrome DID win our version of the triple crown on Friday afternoon.

Chromey Cangemillo, aka Tony C was top individual at +8, shot a 39 and won both pins highlighted by a very short birdie putt on hole #7.  His partners El Conejo and Steve McKinney helped the winning team post an overall score of +12.  Prior to the match, Shingles had pronounced El Conejo "done" as his points were simply too high.  This prompted an aggrieved El C to shoot a 40 and finish +5.   

 

After a close match, Dezwart defeated Shingles by one stroke.   Not Steve, but rather rising Glenridge Middle 7th grader William Dezwart nipped the luckless Shingles.  Rumor has it that Steve Dezwart and Henry Dezwart also beat Shingles.  Shingles explanation of how this could happen to him made him sound a bit like California Chrome's owner just after the end of the Belmont.

 

Holy cock robin, tomorrow it will be "impossible" to play because of the threat of storms, but for those 

Eagles that dare, 230 pm .    Hasta mañana from El C.

 

May 30

On Wed Tony C was clearly the top individual and he beat El C like El C usually beats Shingles, early and often.

Despite a 60% chance of rain,  8 players  participated without precipitation, precipitated by the fact that Shingles did not show.  There was ,however, a good amount of perspiration as the weather has turned very summer like.

I am sure that the last couple of sentences will draw the grammatical wrath of Bob H, as your story teller has already been remonstrated for gross misuse of who vs whom, lie vs lay, farther vs further, good vs evil,

commies vs Americans,  Obama vs Reagan, etc.

 

To further my education, today I will visit and lie down on the grass in front of the George W Bush presidential library in Dallas.  Who/  or Whom, if your prefer, else has visited this wonderful place?  Our "closet" Republican, claro que si,  that is Espanol for , "of course", G.J.B.F,   who/or whom, if you prefer, is a distant cousin of G.H.W.B, also know as Bush41,  while W is known as Bush43.  Unlike Guido, I will refrain from being detained by security, I hope.  So I will miss you--------------------rmoney today, but then be forewarned, Shingles is playing today so that your chances of perspiration and precipitation are both extremely high.

 

To complete Wedneday's results, pins were won by the Polish Prince, Joe O.  Several years ago his relatives fled Poland for a safer country, and now live in the UKRAINE.  How is that working out for the extended Oldakowski clan?  About the same as Shingles testosterone treatments, which apparently have made him "limp" -------------

when he walks!  Please people, clean up your thoughts.

 

To further, NOT farther, discuss Wed results, two teams tied for first place.  Jack and Brian tied Paul McKee and Joe O for first place, and all accrued,not accreted, Pfing-ex cup points.

 

Important information for next Wed-------WPark is CLOSED.  The tour will move for one day only to the 

Winter Park Pines golf course, but we need a head count for making tee times. We will commence as usual at 

230 pm.   E-mail Brian, or text Brian, or tell Brian today if you are in for next Wed.  Watch theeese, it is easy.  Brian, Henry is in!

 

Scud, this "masterpiece" of mangled literary story telling is for you, and your Bud.  I know that you will enjoy it.

 

Returning to FL Sunday night,   El Conejo

 

May 28

The Memorial Day tournament was a smashing success and thank you from all to Steve McKinney for hosting the after party.  Some highlights-----Mark Davis accrued 24 Pfing-ex cup points as he won 2 teams, was top individual on the front side, and was plus his average.  Rick Wack was +14 on the back side, shot even par with two birdies, and along with Mark and two fortunate partners won the back side.

Steve Hansen shot 78, which made him medalist runner-up to Jon E,  who posted an outstanding 76.  Jon also won two of the 4 pins, but was befuddled when his team finished last on the front with a composite team score of -27!  A very sheepish Guido and Jim Cooper attempted to hide from Jon------------  Shingles was plus on both the front and back side and claimed it was the secret help being sent to him from the UFO's that formerly lived over his house.  He also has been to Golfsmith twice in search of-------------------------------

A) proof of alien life or B} new clubs  or C} BOTH!

This is a multiple choice question and right now Halback is musing and muttering to himself, there is some truth to the previous statements.   The scary thing here Bob,  is that there is too much truth about Shingles quest for aliens and new clubs.

Wed and Friday at 230 pm for those that can-------El Canejo

 

The Indy 500 just ended, and hopefully tomorrow's tournament will be just as exciting.

Speaking of excitement, a quick re-cap of last week's results.  Wed saw top individual Joe O and Senator Ackerman tie closest to the pin Jack partnered with El Conejo for a shared team victory.  Gerald and Jon E were left in the lurch because Mr Don Shingles was their partner, one as a regular partner and one as the wild card. After hearing Shingles lament missing a 1 1/2 foot putt on #9 to win the rabbit,  his team with Gerald finished exactly one point behind the leaders.  If he had made the putt, he and Gerald would have WON by a point.  Sir Alan is at this moment exclaiming,  Don, Don, Don, and is plotting his return to the USA soon.  By the way, let us Yanks know when you are coming back across the pond.

 

Friday was hot but dry and 12 persons played.  Scores were good as both Jim Cooper and Mark Davis were plus six,  but were nipped for top individual by both Jack and El Conejo, whom tied at plus 7.

Gerald and El Conejo won pins,  and the team victory went to  007 GMyatt, partnered with Jon E, and Jim Cooper.  It was a total team victory because all 3 players were plus their averages.  Well done.

Shingles was unavailable to lose as he was attending the high school graduation of his grandson.

 

There is an unsubstantiated rumor that both Shingles and his missing-in-action buddy,  Guido Javier Blanco Fernandez, have vowed to arrive tomorrow morning and "paste" the competition.  They will be plotting their strategy while sharing a golf cart.  Until tomorrow-------El Conejo is missing you------------rdinero. 

 

April 28

Hear ye, hear ye all ,  The final regular season match is now the Sir Alan Cruse, Lord-Mayor of Wales Invitational Open,

Pfing-ex cup points are doubled for this prestigious event.  If you are receiving this e-mail, the Lord Mayor invites you to participate.

Sir Alan is less than 6 hours from boarding his plane and has required me to send out this info tonight.  His good friend Sir Nick Faldo, wishes to join us Wed and participate in the match with us.  He was even willing to throw his $5 into the pot, but those pesky bosses at CBS are insisting that he go to Charlotte, NC for the Wells-Fargo tour stop at Quail Hollow.  Sir Nick has asked Sir Alan to have El Conejo fill in for him as the color analyst in this final match of the season.  El Conejo has humbly accepted,  Henry the commoner is humbled to be serving two members of the Royal Court.

Sir Alan decrees that one grouping shall be Judge Gerald, Thor Michaels,  Sir Alan and El Conejo.

 

Another necessity is that anyone who has not been eliminated mathematically from the quest for the cup be in another pairing.  This would definitely include Jack, Bob Halback, and Joe O.   We realize that everyone cannot play Wed but we look forward to seeing all that can appear.

 

Friday results include less anguish in Asgard as Thor, Joe O , and Mr Don Shingles won the team bet, and Shingles excellent score actually

helped his team!  It looks like he is peaking at the right time which makes him a likely first draft pick by Steve Hansen in GA.

Friday Judge Gerald won both pins and maintains his slight lead over Brian.

 

And now for you history teachers, you really are going to like this-------------------------------------

This final battle of the year certainly reminds us of the epic battle on the plains of Abraham outside of Quebec City featuring the 

French Canadian Gerald "Montcalm" Couture representing the French citizens of Quebec versus Brian "Wolfe" Michaels, representing Sir Alan,

Sir Nick and the rest of the British empire.

 

 

April 17

Wed was a very good day for Judge Gerald,  who shot a 1 under par 34 with 38 points, was top individual, and combined with wild card Paul Ackerman to win the team bet.  Thor Michaels is in anguish as he realizes that Gerald accrued 8 Pfing-ex cup points.  Pins were won by the Polish Prince,  Joe O, and also 

Ted "the minivan-slayer" Noel.   Ted's second best shot of the day was when he hit it inside Judge Gerald on hole #7 into a ferocious headwind.  His best shot was on hole #1.  After a good drive his sand wedge was a tad long over the pin, jumped off the back of the green and then into Park Ave.  It squarely struck the rear right side of a white Honda Odyssey minivan, and the ball was instantly catapulted back onto the back fringe of the green, where he saved bogey.  The stunned soccer mom delayed at the stop sign after being scared by the loud noise, and then sped off north on Park Ave.  We were already prepared to tell her that Don Bennett was the perp, and provide phone and address info, but we did not need to do that.

 

Weather alert, weather alert,  Shingles is coming tomorrow, so we all know what that means for precipitation chances,  190% , naturally he missed Wed so the weather was nice.

 

El Conejo

 

 

As we now know hundreds of years later, Canada is not a member of the French empire, but is part of the Queen Elizabeth crowd.

You might want to skip the part where both Wolfe and Montcalm died during this battle, we hope for a spirited match but are planing on everyone surviving so they can go to Sea Island.

 

The Sea Island gate house has everyone's name in writing and they assure us that everyone will be let in.  

Simply identify yourselves as part of the Pfingstag group.

 

hasta la Wednesday from El Conejo 

 

April 13

Last week the results were interesting as there was a direct link between our results at WPark and the activities at Augusta National.  Wed "no pain Wayne" showed up and announced that he would be attending the Sunday round at the Masters. Inspired by his upcoming trip, he went out and promptly shot a 34 with 38 points and was +7.  He should have won the team bet but, apologies to Shakespeare, alas and alack, his partner was Mr Don Shingles,  and that did not work out so well.  The winning team was Tony C and Bob Halback.  Jack's back, as will be his hit show, 24 ,very soon, and Jack waggled his way to a top individual score of +9.

 

So now we get to Friday, and Steve Hansen shows up decked out like he has just come from Augusta National.  He has the shirt, the hat, the towel, all of which can only be purchased at Augusta.

How was this possible?  Because he was at the practice round on Monday and brought indisputable video evidence to attest to this fact.  Inspired, naturally he also shot a 34 with 38 points and was +10 and the top individual.  His partners Steve McKinney and El Conejo easily won the team bet with a team total of +17.

 

Hansen was lamenting that his average would be "too high" to have any chance at Sea Island, but to cheer him up, it was recommended and accepted that he would make his first draft pick Mr D. Shingles.

He said, that's what I did last year.  He immediately was cheered up.

 

Wed at 230 pm, next outing at WPark.  Que lastima, this is the last week that G.J.F.B. will be 59.

He is turning 60 very soon, and expect him to start to slip soon.

 

El Conejo

 

 

 

 

The Memorial Day tournament was a smashing success and thank you from all to Steve McKinney for hosting the after party. Some highlights-----Mark Davis accrued 24 Pfing-ex cup points as he won 2 teams, was top individual on the front side, and was plus his average. Rick Wack was +14 on the back side, shot even par with two birdies, and along with Mark and two fortunate partners won the back side.

Steve Hansen shot 78, which made him medalist runner-up to Jon E, who posted an outstanding 76. Jon also won two of the 4 pins, but was befuddled when his team finished last on the front with a composite team score of -27! A very sheepish Guido and Jim Cooper attempted to hide from Jon------------ Shingles was plus on both the front and back side and claimed it was the secret help being sent to him from the UFO's that formerly lived over his house. He also has been to Golfsmith twice in search of-------------------------------

A) proof of alien life or B} new clubs or C} BOTH!

This is a multiple choice question and right now Halback is musing and muttering to himself, there is some truth to the previous statements. The scary thing here Bob, is that there is too much truth about Shingles quest for aliens and new clubs.

Wed and Friday at 230 pm for those that can-------El Canejo

 

 

Stories 2012 - 2013 - 5/2014


 

2012 – 2013

Shingles Strikes Again!!!!

Now that Shingles has bought at full retail, the prices for rocket ballz II are being slashed.

The foxy shingles has struck again. Greetings from Grand Cayman Island, which is literally dripping with those "1 percenters" during Easter week. Remember in Cayman, the income tax rate is zero, the corporate tax rate is zero, and the inheritance tax is zero.

I have noticed a lot of burly,surly pissed off Russians relocating what is left of their cash from Cyprus.

El Canejo has "survived" a face to face water confrontation with giant sting rays at sting ray city, google that up in Grand Cayman, Sting Ray City,----------and crikey, I thought that I was going to end up like Steve Irwin, the late crocodile hunter of Australian fame, but alas and alack, Bonus Bob, I will return home and continue "pipping the lads out of their money", that quote is directly attributable to Sir Alan in a recent e-mail to me.

Brian, please note how you can sneak in that old Shakespearean english phrase in a grammatically correct manner acknowledging that it was a rather mundane way of getting it into my sentence.

Off to Rum Point and then a night time kayak trip to the luminescent bay, in which eery green alien lights are visible to those in the kayaks above.

El Conejo


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


ABC--it's easy as 1,2,3

Fellow "legends of the game"

9 players competed Wed, and the results were as close as mathematically possible. Bonus Bob Halback, No Pain Wayne T, and Air Bartholomew were +4.

Guido, Mr Don Shingles, and Jim Cooper were +4. A little FCAT math here. Guido was +6 and tied for the top individual and Guido and Cooper combined were +8, therefore contemplate who's new clubs disappointed that team and by how much. Mr Don Shingles did win closest to the pin on #7, Guido nipped Air B for closest to the pin on #8.

Speaking of new clubs, Guido purchased a "new" set of used Pings in the parking lot from Mr D.Sh., and then proceeded to slaughter Mr D.Sh. and his new ultra expensive "Rocket-Bladz" clubs.

Winning team??? with apologies to our dearly departed child molester and Grammy winning artist-------------

ABC it's easy as 1,2,3 as the current 3 Pfing-ex cup point leaders, SMcKinney, Jack's back and El Conejo were +5 and prevailed by less than the length that Scudfather's legendary rugby run was short of the goal line. But who remembers that , anyway.

El Conejo tied Guido for top individual at +6, and Wayne was in mental anguish/pain despite being medalist with a 37, and Bob H was suffering from mild shock

and acid reflux that made his Coors beer go down "hard."

230 pm today to see what "legendary" shots will be made today.

El Conejo


Tournament of Champions, sponsored by ABH foundation.

On a cool damp winter afternoon, seven knights took to the battle ground. Sir Halback of Longfellow, Sir Jack of Bridgemakers, Sir McKinney of Scotland, Sir Bartholomew of Brucedom, Sir Brian of Poland, Sir Wayne of No Painland, and the infamous Spanish Black Knight, El Conejo. A battle of titanic portions took place raging from hole to hole, as each swung forged clubs down the fairways. Mighty cracks and booms could be heard for miles around; along with fierce battle cries of “No desire!” and “Oh Shit! Damn Tree!”

El Conejo took care of the knights from Longfellow and Brucedom; and laid in wait for knights from Poland and No Painland in the course pub. Poland and No Painland did battle from hole to hole, but Sir Wayne started to crack under the pressure of keeping up with Sir Brian and his mighty swings. Every swing from Sir Brian, he could hear a distant whimper from Sir Wayne. Lass they reached the final battle on 9. Sir Brian unleashed a mighty swing with a thunderous cracked that rattled the foundations of the nearby Spanish Castle. The ball sailed through the air as thou shot from a cannon, crashing through a tree and ending just a few feet from out of bounds but pin high. The Scotsman and the Bridgemaker were still in the hunt but were waiting in the shadows with what appeared to be safe swings. Then Sir Wayne swung and with a resounding thud, the ball flew uncontrollably toward a sandy grave on the left side of the fairway. As our knights approached their next shots Sir Brian and Sir Wayne contemplated their next swings to leave an easy birdie putt. Sir Steve of Scotland had a few choice words to describe his approach as it sailed over the pin and the green. Sir Jack unable to find his original ball took a drop, and struck a shot that landed 15 ft. pass the pin.

Sir Brian showing the touch of a skilled craftsman laid his ball just a few feet from the hole. Sir Wayne, who had been showing the chinks in his armor, proceeded to dig a small grave in that sandy bunker. As the seven was recorded for Sir Wayne, Sir Brian was almost rest assured of a rabbit dinner; a dinner that was soon spoiled by a terrific putt from Sir Jack and a miss from Sir Brian.

As the knights gathered to tell tales of their battle over a few cold pints of their favorite ale, the infamous snicker could be heard from the Black Knight El Conejo as they approached. The Spanish Knight looked over at the final scores on the cards and looked to his left at Sir Wayne; with a sneer and an uncontrolled snicker he boasted a statement that Sir Wayne had said earlier “At No time Shall you, Sir Henry, ever best upon the game of golf!” Sir Henry aka The Black Knight looked down at the cards and said “Sir Wayne, you have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found beaten.”

Yes, Sir Wayne had been bested by the Black Knight on nine holes. This humiliating defeat has become known as being “Wayned”.

 

M.O.A.B. - 1/17/2013

Multiple Ordinance Air Burst or something close to that is what our military refers to as "bunker busters", better know to troops in the field as the Mother Of All Bombs.

This weapon allows us to toast adversaries without going nuclear, therefore it is politically correct even though it is as devastating as a nuclear blast in a much smaller zone.

For our purposes, our last two outings were the "mother of all blowouts", or MOAB for EHS golfers. Last Friday, Jack,Dez, and Hansen posted a team score of +27, which definitely was a

MOAB over the rest of the hapless field. Steve Hansen shot a 34 with 40 points for a +14 to nip Jack's +11, with Jack shooting 40.

Hansen was a triple crown winner with pins,team,and top individual, and 7 coveted Pfing-ex cup points.

But wait, if you call within the next three minutes, there is more. Please call 407-267-5212 with your complaints.

Speaking of more, yesterday{Wed} was another MOAB, with a score for the ages. No Pain Wayne Talsky shot a 31 with 44 points. He had 4 birdies and 5 pars. His score card had 6 threes

posted for nine holes. His biggest problem was missing makable eagle putts on #1 and #3, settling for birdies. Wayne was a triple crown winner also.

Wayne finished at +16 and his partner, Bonus Bob Halback, shot a 43 and was +9. A two man team finished +25. This is a big time MOAB, and may be a record for a two man team.

Until I stand corrected, I think that the 44 points is a record. I know that Calvin, TMinton, and Hansen have been in the 40's before, but 44 points is insane.

Guido was last seen mumbling in the parking lot in PRican, having shot a 39 with 28 points and two birdies, but was in Wayne's group and lost the rabbit. Ouch. Que lastima!

Because of no school for students tomorrow, and by popular demand, tee time has been moved up to 130 pm.

Rick Wack made a late afternoon appearance to lament that he could not take our money on Monday.

There is an unverified rumor that Mr Don Shinlges is obtaining one or more NEW CLUBS to bring to the Bella Collina party. He decided to go with a cheap temporary repair on his dishwasher rather than replace it so he could pay for the new club(s). CharlotteB was not amused.

Hasta mañana from El Conejo.

 

December 12

Let us remember, in the immortal words of the "Highlander", in the end, there can only be one. Guido Sponge Bob Javier Blanco Square Pants Fernandez is our only EHS member in the witness protection program, to protect him not only from the Colombian drug lords but also from the Democratic National Party who is after him for allegedly considering voting for

ex-Governor Romney in the recent election featuring Americans versus communists. But I digress, because the real issue here is that our own beloved "Scudfather" is attempting to hide his true identity with a FALSE IDENTITY, shocking! to those of us who know him well. His father, rest his soul, was Dominic Guido{ yes they are swarthy cousins} Rafael

Michael-Angelo Picarella, SR!,-----but his thinly veiled attempt to hide his true identity by "adding" Maximus Augustus to his long litany of "turtles on the half shell,turtle power" TRUE name is disappointing not only to his late father, but also to his friends and the persons who are sheltered in the W.P. Program. Plus, with a tad of "bitterness" in my mouth, Scud has been working "part-time" for minimum wage at Universal and "sucking up" in the faint hopes that they will retain him in January as a full time "slave." Forget FREE WILLY at Sea World, soon we will all be chanting and protesting in the Universal parking lot -----------"FREE SCUD,FREE SCUD-------", BECAUSE WE NEED HIS MONEY AT THE WINTER PARK CC TWICE PER WEEK.

Later that day…

EHS golfers, With the weather co-operating, 7 players braved the links today. LOFT ruled supreme on holes 7 and 8, as no one could claim either green. Jack was the wild card and thus was on two teams, and was the top individual with a 42/24 points, +8 with a nice birdie on hole #3. He also easily won the rabbit. One of his partners was -9, and the other partner was +6. One of his partners was Guido "witness protection program" Blanco and the other was El Conejo. You do not have to be a rocket scientist to figure out who was on the winning team with Jack, so until Friday at 230 pm, hasta la vista from El Conejo.

For the 2nd consecutive Wed, Ted Noel wins the "flaming shorts" contest, and Brian "one club" Michaels dragged his team mate Bob Halback to the back of Rosa Parks bus, while Steve McKinney and Ted Noel were the runner-up team.

El Conejo, aka the town crier

 

December 7

As Paul Harvey would say--now for the rest of the story------

East River is the moniker for the Econ------river, and it must have infected the drinking water supply because our east Orange trio, Guido, Paul A. and Tony C. conspired/combined for an aggregate total of -30, with Guido being the "anti-medalist" at minus double digits. They were all on different teams so they were torpedoed. Speaking of torpedoes, Mr Don Shingles was on Tony C's team so they were sunk twice. The wily Shingles had an eye exam hours before tee time, and the drops in his eyes to check for glaucoma, along with his macular degeneration and prediliction for imbibing copious amounts of Scotch, caused him some "vision isues." This was exemplified by his tee shot on the fifth hole, which traveled approximately 14 inches, sideways to the right and remaining on the tee box. He claims that the CSX train blaring in his ear on his downswing may have affected the results of the shot.

This left two teams with a chance to win. NoPain Wayne and Bo Halback, or Dr Ted Noel wearing his flaming shorts paired with Henry.

NPW was paired in the first group with Ted and a mumbling/bumbling Guido wearing a Georgia football shirt, and "inexplicably", NPW posted his worst score on tour, and it was highly uncharacteristic. Ted was medalist with a 41, HPfing and NPW tied for 2nd at 42, therefore it was over. Top individual HPfing, aka El Conejo, team Ted and HPf

and "pain" was etched on the faces of Wayne and Bob. ---------------------------------------------------------------Good day!

today at 230 pm for those who have not had enough and/or are thirsty for more.


November 15

Eight players took to the links under sunny to partly cloudy conditions Wed. "No pain" Wayne barely missed eagle efforts on both #3 and #4 and settled for two birdies. It looked to be over for the rabbit in a group that included Jack, Guido, and Henry. Please remember that NP Wayne has vociferously stated that he will never succumb to "mental tortures" such as NO DESIRE, and he will prevail. It would have been over but then it started to rain, and most scores started to slide. Swamp Pfing promptly parred 6,7, and 8 in a steady drizzle and the rabbit was suddenly loose. On hole #9 Guido killed three trees and ended up in the valley of death between holes 1 and 9. After a brilliant shot over or through the palms he arrived on the green. While Wayne was lining up for a short chip shot, an annoying house alarm across the street went off and NPW's chip shot unfortunately came up well short of the green. Think discombobulation here or pretend Wayne was trying to imitate Shingles. Guido makes par, Jack and Henry bogey, and NPW'w par saving effort went awry, and the real"El Conejo" sleeps at Guido's house. Wayne threw the golf ball that had the audacity to miss somewhere over the rainbow, or least over Jeff's condominium complex. Wayne will be spending quality time with his family all of next week in Naples FL. this will soothe him. But wait, if you call within the next two minutes, there's more-------. Pins Brian"street clothes" Michaels on hole 7 and Mark "I just had my lesson" Davis on hole #8 Winning team(s}, there was a two way tie at +5.

Brian and Mark Davis split the pot with NP Wayne and the Scudfather, who was +7 in the rain and the top individual. The day ended with Dan telling Wayne on the way out that he was getting a "little heavy" but Dan was happy to help him to the winers circle. The Scudfather was all smiles. 230 pm for those that can be there tomorrow.

 

November 13

15 players started, 14 finished. One player limped off after the fifth hole towards the clubhouse and looked a lot like a man who had just finished in 2nd place in a post -apocalyptic Thunderdome contest/match. But the exciting results for the 14 players that finished are as follows. Top individual, John E who shot a 37 with 2 birdies and 33 points, good for a +9. Pins, Brian on hole #7, causing Bob Halback to scream in anguish and sounding much like another wounded warrior from Thunderdome, although he did not lose his match, unlike Mr D.S. Steve McKinney won hole #8 and made birdie to boot. The winning team were Shakey Gene Myatt, Steve " +6" Dezwart, and Brian "I got my 30 points" Michaels, with a total team score of +9----------which caused additional anguish to the teams of +8, the aforementioned Halback, Jack, and Sponge Bob Square Blanco-Fernandez Pants, and the other team of +8 , which was John E, Paul McKee, and the Scudfather, whom has been missing valuable golf time to pursue his new career as a hit man/event coordinator at Universal Studios. Hasta la vista until 230 pm tomorrow from El Conejo.

 

November 1

From your favorite spin doctor--------the true story----------------

Justin told us the golf channel might be there when we we were playing, to film the history of the course, narrated by Nick Faldo. A camera crew of two, with Nick Faldo and playing partner, and a female reporter completed the crew. While the rest of us were getting ready to play Mr Don Shingles starts pestering Nick Faldo on the putting green and saying, don't you remember me, you took a picture for me and with me and my grandson. Not only did Nick remember, he had nightmares about it. Sir Nick has won the Masters and he has to put up with this bullshit, unbelievable. While we were dragging, pushing , and pulling Shingles to the tee, MDS decides to name drop and says, Sir Nick, perhaps you know one of "OUR VERY GOOD FRIENDS, SIR ALAN CRUSE, THE LORD-MAYOR OF WALES." Whereas Sir Nick Faldo is indeed a knight of the British empire, he smiles in an amused way and looks at Shingles and says, "Lord-Mayor of Wales, REALLY?", I have not ever met him or heard of that title???? Most of the rest of us needed a stiff shot of Glenfiddich Millennium, but we went about our business. Bob Halback scored on every hole, shot a 43 and was +6 to win the top individual. LOFT reigned supreme on the closest to the pin contest. In team play, the bronze medalists were Guido and Steve McK, once again Guido was reduced to muttering in Espanol after giving El Conejo more of his dollars. The silver medalists were Jack and Bob Halback, and the wining team was Mr Don Shingles and El Conejo. Shingles had vowed to "put away" Jack and Henry, but after an unfortunate OB on hole #8 leading to a triple bogey, and drilling "literally drilling" the large camphor tree on his 2nd shot while the golf channel was attempting to film him, think pressure here, he faded to +5 with a 42 and was co-medalist, but alas and alack, the rabbit went hopping. For more details, tomorrow at 230 pm and I am pretty sure the golf channel will NEVER come again when we are playing. Remember the "legends of the game" video, co-starring Jim Cooper and Bruce Bartholomew, I do not think many of you remember but we have indisputable video evidence that this was indeed filmed. Truth is indeed stranger than fiction. HPfing


September 12, 2012

Retirement works is the theme of the Wed results-----Bob Halback was medalist and +6 and the Scudfather was +4, note that they have both recently retired and are very relaxed.

Scud was saddled with a heavy El Conejo while Bob was partnered with Jack, I almost made a hole in one on #8 Bridgeman as they won the team bet, Bob being the top individual and Jack with both pins. A very sad El Conejo left the parking lot with a few rabbit dollars as a consolation prize, which made Mr "Watch these" even more sad as he not only paid the pot but assaulted dead people on both holes#3 and #4. Mr Don Shingles road along sticking needles into his ample girth and sharing his medical woes with Jimmy Manasco, who showed up for the 19th hole. Muy importante for Friday.------------------

 

Sept. 9

The Thursday night Dream of the Scudfather

Thump, thump.....................thump, thump.................

Thump, thump............

His heartbeat grew ever louder in his head as stared down at his ball. 6 feet stood between him and hole, between him and rabbit.

Sweat rolled down his bough, and off the bill of his St. Louis Cardinal cap as the pressure mounted.

As he gazed at the putt, taking in the contours of the green, past memories flashed into his head. Memories of the Great Raw Chicken incident of Sea Island, of the Angel of Death by his hospital bedside whispering to him "Who's up, and who has the rabbit?"

With one short swing of the putter he could put an end to those reoccurring nightmares, an end to the reign of the Barbados Bunny.

He addressed the putt and drew in a calming breath, and knew this time it was growing to be different, this time he would be victorious. 8 long holes in the Florida sun came down to this putt, this swing.

Dan tightened his grip on the putter, drew it back, and struck the ball.

Slowly the ball rolled to the hole, and all sound seemed to die out until only the beating of his heart could be heard. As the ball approached the hole flashes of victorious parades in his honor danced in his head. No longer would he be a contributor to the Pfingstag retirement fund. No..... Not this day. The Swiss Rabbit would be paying him, today.

The ball slowed and doubt began to creep into Dan's mind. "It's going to stop. Don't stop, keep going, keep going!" screamed a voice inside Dan's head.

On the edge of the hole is where the ball came to a stop.

Dan raised his graze to his playing competitor, and saw the words coming out of his mouth. "No, Desire!"

"No desire! , No desire!, No desire!" the words echoing is head, over and over again. Each time the statement became louder and louder in his head, until awoke in a pool of his own sweat, screaming.

Yes it was Friday morning and another chance had come to end the nightmare.

 

Sept. 3rd

A Tale of Two Nines.....

The first major of the year was the best of nines and the worst of nines. It was a time of smart lay ups, and a time of foolish risks at sucker pins. In short the major was a reflection of our present games and swings, some are works of art, and others look as if Picasso designed it after a bender.

12 contestants step forth in the year's first major for a chance at glory, and for a chance to take the lead in the Pfingstag Cup.

They stormed the front nine as if they were storming the Bastille, taking many bogeys, and leaving no birdies. The first foursome was led by Colonel Joe O and his faithful sidekick Mike Hadji Smith, veterans of many safaris into the deepest, darkest woods of the WPCC. Accompanying them were the big guns of Mark Davis and Tom Ruby. The second group were trained sharpshooters including Steve Pinseeker McKinney, Tony The Big C, Bombing Bob Halback, and Guido Gatling Gun Blanco. The final foursome was included Paul, Tommie, Eddie, and Brian "My Back" Michaels.

The front nine was like the fortified walls of the Bastille, nearly driving back our mighty revolutionaries to their cars with a number of negative scores; but they were given hope by Big Punching Paul and his +10, witch led his small team to a battlefield victory of +26 on the front 9.

With new found vigor and they charged the back nine. Led by Tommie "Sniper" Minton and Paul Big Right Haymaker Ackerman the back nine fell like the razor sharp blade of the guillotine. The headless nine lay beaten, and the our revolutionary golfers stood victorious.

During the day and night celebration that followed our most decorated golfer of the battle of the back 9, Tommie gave a speech that remains unmatched in history.

"It is a far, far better nine that I had, than the front nine; it is a far, far better score that I post today, then I have posted before......."


Aug 24th

A Day that shall be remembered

10 brave souls walk into the fiery inferno known as the Florida Sun, to do battle with the infamous Golf Gods of Summer. It was a battle of the Titans on the hallowed ground of the famed Winter Park Golf Club.

The brave golfers, only armed with their trusted forged clubs of destruction, step foot on the home turf of the Golf Gods. The first blow was struck by the big Pole himself, with a mighty swing, Joe struck a tremendous drive down the middle of the fairway. This was followed by some lack luster swings from some less impressive warriors who explored parts of the course that very few have seen. By days end, when the carnage has stop; there stood one warrior above the rest. And limping up to the final green with titanium ass in tow, that warrior was Don Shingles. Yes that master of self-esteem himself, the man better known as " my BLANK hurts, I don't know if I can play", laid waste to those around him and defied the Golf Gods with a score that led to +8. (Probably more with the help of an eraser, than pure talent).

On the final tee he was threaten by the Colonial Gunslinger, Guido. As Guido stood on the final tee a mighty battle cry could be heard "Watch this!!!!!" as the ball sailed into the trees on the left; a final shot of the Golf Gods against the brave golf warrior, striking down any chance of dethroning Sir Shingles.

Hop-a-long Shingles pulled his fellow teammates the Gunslinger Guido and Mayhem Mark Davis to team victory. The Sure Shot Shingles also threw darts to the mighty palaces of the Golf Gods on 7 and 8, and left owning both pins.

By the end of the round some mighty Titans had fallen and new leaders were born. The Colonial Gunslinger took over top spot on the Pfingstag Cup race, and a round of beers was purchased by Mr. Don Bennett. ( yes I said Don bought a round of beers).

We are setting up a round of golf on Labor Day, tee times to follow in the next day or so.

 

Smiling Bob is smiling again, as his proven P.E.D. formula keeps working its magic.

Enzyte.com-----it makes all men smile.

Bob combined with Steve McKinney and Ted Noel for a close team victory on Wed. Ted also won both pins while Jack was top individual. Judge Gerald had a club "slip" out of his hands on hole #3 and land squarely in the street in front of the Baptist church. It narrowly missed contact with a late model minivan being piloted by, NO, not Scud, but a WPark socialite mother whom was transporting young children on their way to the First Tee Clinic. Wed topic was "sportsmanship" and controlling your emotions even when faced with adversity on the course. Judge Gerald offered some useful tips to the kids. Those crazy French Canadians occasionally just have to vent, like our other Frenchman, Count "Doo-mas." Shingles was still recovering

form posting 110 at Twin Rivers and losing a dozen Titlelist balls in the swamp, AFTER nearly colliding with a Seminole County school bus on the way to the course. It was reminiscent of when Shingles whacked the Scud's van in the Pfingstag driveway.

Friday at 230 pm, and in honor of Sir Alan, no welshing on your bets.

Shingles was a no show Wed as he was avoiding the large serious looking men in the Escalade with Missouri plates not happy about the final World Series results.

Guido was sponge-bobbing his square pants while trapped in a meeting at Colonial HS and sent us pictures of their new banner they worked on all afternoon----------------here it comes------------

"Grenadier Greatness." Sent shivers up my spine , too, but it meant that he could not play either.


The Return of the "Scudfather"

Wednesday at 130 pm for an early fireworks show, rumor has it that the Scudfather has returned from St Louis and has some {golf} scores to settle.

I landed earlier today. Looking forward to WP at 1:30. You can hide but my Associates will find you. One drunken little miscreant wishes he never asked me to join him for golf. Do I hear the sound of money added to my retirement found. Who's next? By the way, its my Birthday!

When edgewater golfers arrived in the clubhouse, there was an "out of towner" making queries about pro Justin, Mr Don Shingles, and Bonus Bob Halback, odd because what do those 3 have in common other than a potential pending civil suit. The rest of us just said that they could not make it that day. He chose not to proffer any identification nor state his supposed business, but he looked like a guy whose name definitely ended in a vowel, and he had a mid western accent. He left and cruised the around course in a black escalade.

Don left quickly today in the company of some agents, to avoid being seen by the driver of the black escalade.

The Ides Of March has been bestowed upon me. I now know how Julius Caesar must have felt when Brutus and Gaius plunged their knives into his back. My associates from St. Louis paid a visit today as some of you who were present know. They were here to vindicate me from rumors and lay all to rest. However, this evening at a family gathering which I have just left in disbelief and udder disgust, I have found out that my trusted friend is the one who "fingered me on the day of my most worst tragedy, the death of my favorite neffew, not the drunken miscreant who has since been deposed. I left the golf course because of tragedy in my family, not a misdirected golf ball that I did not hit. As I sit here this evening I am bewildered by what I have been told and the statements I have been shown signed today by the various accusers who have now come clean. Don, how could you do this to me? Why would you be party to an event you never witnessed? What motivated you
to to point me out to an individual who was looking for anyone to blame? I once was a Loyal individual to my friends. I have recently have been ushered into a position to protect my family from needless harm. I did not think I would have to use my new found position to find a friend worthy of the opprobrium. I have no choice. It is now out my hands. My Associates came here to seek retribution. I thought they were done. I can only act now as Pontious Pilot once did. I wash my hands of the matter. I can not even say that I'm sorry for what is about to happen. I would never bring a friend down, but I realized today, I have no friends.


Shaken-not?-stirred

Despite playing with clubs from the Hogan/Snead era, Gene 007 Myatt led his team to an overwhelming victory on Friday , teaming with Gerald "I won both pins and was two under par" Couture, and Jack Bridgeman, who has a new mantra. Waggle me this, waggle me that, who's afraid of the big bad Shingles, apologies to Jack Nicholson. Love that Joker Brand

Meanwhile, a very shaken AND stirred Mr Don Shingles AND his NEW CLUBS posted a disappointing 50 to finish the week with a total of 102. Do the math on what he shot Wed. In the "oppressive heat", he looked like he was wearing "joker brand" makeup after he dragged himself inside AND emptied his wallet to all of the "good hands" people in the clubhouse. Ouch, look for a fire sale soon on a brand new set of Pings-------------

Top individual, Thor Michaels who "hammered "the opposition, apologies to Marvel comics, with 3 birdies

and posted a +10 score. How then was it possible that his team finished 17 points behind the winning team? Brian's team was "heavy" anchored by Mark Davis and the hapless Shingles.

Actually, literally heavy, as they may be the heaviest team ever formed on the EHS tour. They clearly jointly would surpass 750 pounds of gross weight dressed in full combat/ golf gear.

Sir Alan across the pond has been wondering what has been going on over here, hope that he finds this

re-cap "en-lightning", speaking of which, if it does not lightning repeatedly today, 230 pm for those available.

Otherwise Fri at 230 pm.

Quien tienes---------------------------------------------El Conejo---------------------------

Now that Shinlges has new clubs-----------Shingles "soy no dinero"----la,la, Bamba---la,la, Bamba


I'll get by with a little help from my friends--the Beatles

Wed results, Promise made, promise kept, no we are not talking here about Rick Scott and his "promise" to give teachers a raise, check Hansen's paycheck! Actually we are talking about the Beatles, AND

Mr Don Shingles bold prediction that he would win on Wed. Promise made, promise kept!

Sure there were 9 players and sure, Shingles posted another 50,and finished last in the medalist score, BUT promise made and promise kept. Rick Scott would love this. Now where do the Beatles come into all of this, you are pondering?

 

Realizing the extreme agony and pain that Shingles has been enduring, our erstwhile anesthesia

nurse "no pain Wayne" appeared on Wed and "gladly????" welcomed Shingles to his team. As a matter of fact, multiple times he referred to him as "numb nuts", an old anesthesiologist joke I think. The third member of this team was El Conejo, who seemed to be inspired when GJ Blanco-Fernandez reported that he could not play because he was forced into after school duty to replace the signs on Oleander Drive with

Roberto Clemente Seen-yore High signs. El Conejo was promptly inspired to shoot 38, with multiple birdies , while Wayne posted a 37-------so now you get the idea, "numb nuts", aka Shingles got by with a little help from his friends, and tomorrow, on Friday, he will get high with a little help from his friends---------

Have you seen anybody, he just needs someone to love! Watch out Scud, you have a vision of numb nuts!

Show your love,and come out tomorrow at 230 pm, and remember the previous e-mail to this one was paid for by the Senator Ackerman campaign---------HPfing, treasurer

Also, IRS beware, that Ackerman won both pins and needs to declare that income on his tax return.

El Conejo was top individual at plus 12. I guess we do not need to worry, because the IRS has been "shut down", another evil Republican trick. Hasta mañana, El C


The Return of Conejo

Wed saw 7 players brave the cold and compete at WPark. First group was Scud, Jack, and Smiling Bob H.

Smiling Bob posted and outstanding +9 score with 26 points and a solid round. Seems like the Enzyte works, perhaps he will surreptitiously slip a couple of pills to Shingles to help him to "enhance" his game.

Scud has indisputable visual evidence that this is "necessary." The retina scars from the Sea Island back porch are still emblazoned deep in his memory.

The second group was Guido "watch theeeeeessss" Blanco, Judge Gerald the pro Kuchar/ or Couture if you prefer, after all, it is pronounced the same, along with Brian "Thor" Michaels and El Conejo.

hole 1----------3 pars---------no rabbit

hole 2----------4 pars---------no rabbit

hole 3----------2 pars---------no rabbit

3 players one over par, one even par---hint----it is not whom you would ordinarily suspect---

hole 4---------2 pars---------no rabbit

hole 5---------3 pars---------no rabbit

hole 6---------4 pars---------no rabbit

hole 7--------Judge Gerald hits it to 5 feet supplanting El Conejo who was within 10 feet----

1 birdie-----4 pars on the hole----how can you have 4 pars and a birdie with only 4 players???

Brian had a double par, aka a six on the hole

By now you are wondering----"Quien tienes el conejo?"

Hint: Gerald missed his birdie--Brian had double par-----so you have a 50/50 chance of guessing

hole 8---------- the player with the honor from hole 7 was up first and hit it within 5 feet and won the closest to the pin---------hint/ Brian did NOT have the honor despite making "2 pars" on hole 7

Although the birdie putt did not fall, El Conejo was able to do the fence dance around the rabbit.

Blanco, Couture, and Michaels wandered across Park Ave to the ninth tee staggering like zombies who had not had a meal in a month.

"Stone Cold Steve Austin" had no more of a knockout punch than El C

Guido 39, plus 7-----Brian 40, plus 1---------------Gerald 37, plus 1

El Conejo 39 with 30 points, +14 and one large rabbit

Smiling Bob was smiling in the clubhouse because he assumed plus 9 was the winning score----------------

AND it was, as he was the partner of El Conejo.

Conejo disdained the use of a riding cart and walked the 9 holes-------------

See you----------------------------------rmoney mañana.

Couture , Blanco, and Michaels are in "therapy."

Even "no pain Wayne" can feel their pain, and across the pond , Sir Alan is cheering for the upset of the long bombers by the little guy.


 

Shakin' not Stirred

Last Friday was an interesting day at WPark CC. Mr Don Shingles heard a "weather alert" and did not show. Naturally, this allowed 12 players to complete their round with virtually no "umbrella time."

Brian "Thor" Michaels showed up with his A-game and posted a very strong 37 with 34 points, with a sterling +7 score. As he arrived with the first group, he exhibited some "confidence" that he would possibly be winning something in dollars and Pfing-ex cup points. His playing partners "Judge Gerald" the pro , and Jon Erickson were sanguine about having demanded/promoted El Conejo to the first group so that they could "avenge the rabbit" from Wed. With Shakey Gene Myatt shaking his head on the first tee, and thinking that "demanding" HPfing play in the A-group so that could get their dollar back was not a great idea, the games began. As all three groups finished with no damage from the weather, thanks to Shingles not showing up, and some disconcerting things happened. First, Paul "Senator" Ackerman arrived and

also was +7. Brian is like OK, we split the money but we both get Pfing-ex cup points, which are way more valuable than money unless your name is Shingles and you are trying to pay for your 7th new set of clubs in 20 months. Then, Brian's partners Steve Dez and Waggling Jack posted their scores and now "Thor's" team was +12. Looking good at this point. Jon Erickson hit it stiff on #7, and tapped in for birdie to finish

overall at +5. He fortuitously was partners with Senator Paul A and now that team is +12-----

some drama building here----------- but wait, if you call in the next 20 minutes----then you can make only 3 payments instead of 4----- for the same inferior product--- but let us not digress.

A gritty El Conejo limped in at +2 but providentially was on the team with Paul and Jon, ergo you non math majors, a +14 total. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Joe O was on the team with Gerald and S. Gene M.

Think rock and roll classic hits here, the group, Steam,the song, Nah-nah-hey-hey-good-bye.

A devastated Brian was thinking, I have been BRUCED, but at least I am still tied as top individual, which will help me in my struggle against Judge Gerald for the Pfing-ex cup.

But to quote Shakespeare, alas and alack, while Gerald was +3 and Joe O was -1, our own 007, Shaken but not Stirred, was +9 to claim the top individual AND help his team finish in 3rd place at +11, which is an outstanding losing score. This also caused Brian to weep and gnash his teeth in the outer darkness, as he was both SHAKEN and STIRRED by Gene Myatt for top individual.

In the land of the rabbit, Brian did not win, Jon E did not win, and Gerald did not win.

El Conejo has no comment at this time.

Wed at 230 pm for those that are available to enrich the retirement fund of ----El Conejo-----

For many of us that knew him well, Sam Singhaus passed away today. One of the few really classy members of the EHS golf group.


 

 

Hurricane Golf

11 players braved potential "hurricane conditions" where it was highly unlikely that anyone could finish OR play well. Let it be known that since Shingles stayed home, again, and that umbrellas were sparsely deployed and only on holes 8 and 9, and the results are as follows.

Pins were won by Joe O and Brian, two teams were tied for first. Jon E, Guido,

I do not know where the rest of the e-mail went, maybe to e-mail heaven, but continuing on to last Friday's results---Jon E, Guido, and Steve McK tied Hansen, Joe O, and Jack for the winning team.

Steve McK had the shot of the day chipping in on #9 for a birdie to shoot a 41 and to post a +12 score and take a well earned top individual spot.

Despite Shingles prediction that it would be "impossible" to score well, Jack, Joe O, McKinney, and Guido shot between 40 and 42.

Jon E, Judge Gerald, Steve H, and El Conejo all posted scores in the 30's.

Once again Brian, Jon E, and Gerald could not wrest the rabbit away from El Conejo.

If Gerald's putter had been entered in the slope style Olympic contest, it would have been at minimum a silver medalist after it performed its tricks from the ninth green halfway back up the fairway.

This occurred just after a missed putt which would have given Gerald the rabbit and "silenced" EL C.

Beware all, SHINGLES HAS BOUGHT HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS OF NEW CLUBS. He vows to wreak vengeance on all that have been demeaning him and impugning his reputation as a golfer.

These weapons were deployed at Zellwood Tuesday with some success, although he did have to

pay EL C "again."

Hasta su dinero at 230 pm Wed-----------------------------------

Apologies to history teaches for taking "liberties" with the Declaration of Independence.

 

Grren of Miracles

No one can forget 1980 in Lake Placid when Al Michaels, distant cousin of Bill and Brian Michaels, uttered these immortal words.

"Do you believe in miracles? YES!" The upstart "kids" of the USA upset Russia in hockey in one of the greatest upsets in sports history.

Friday at WPark we were witness to the "miracle on grass" as the Scudfather, "fresh" off of kidney cancer surgery, waltzed in, the waltzed around the course scored on every hole, parred hole 9 and finished +8 to earn the top individual spot. He also led his team to the team win. His partners were waggling Jack

and Jon E, who was not only swinging sweet but was enjoying a sweet smelling custom made hand rolled cigar delivered to him from Miami by El Conejo.

It smelled so sweet that the young women playing in the group behind Jon commented on good it smelled and I think on how good he looked. Shaken not stirred 007 is shaking his head right now. Jon shot an even par 35 and won a pin. Brian won the other pin and exploited the absence of Judge Gerald to enhance his Pfing-ex cup point lead.

The next part is the "Miracle on 34th street", famous movie starring Kris Kringle and Natalie Wood. If you have not yet joined Tom Ruby's care page, do this immediately and read the unbelievably good news about Tom. It is as amazing as the movie.

Now, for the believable part of this e-mail. Shingles did not play, Shingles was "paralyzed". Shingles scheduled an MRI got this week but his script had expired. "Doo-maas" comes to mind. Shingles called the doctor-------doctor, doctor give me the news, I've got a ad case of loving you----- think rock-n-roll here

The Doctor is Doctor NO from a James Bond movie, who says no new script without another office visit. So Shingles rots in the doctor's office all afternoon to get a new script, and gets billed for an office call.

Cooper says the odds of this working out well for Shingles are like a #15 seed winning this year's NCAA tournament.

See you--------------------------------------rmoney tomorrow. El Conejo