Aug 24^th

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.