GOLFING GRADS, 2006: MAY 11 – 14, WORLD GOLF VILLAGE
Alt; Bauman; Bernitt; Brown; *Burr; Butzer; Champion; *Cowles; *DeJardin; *Denton; *Dominy; Dworsak; Evans; Gunderman; Herre; *Janicke; Kirschenbauer; *Kling; *Kohler; McGarry; *McQuillen; Middaugh; Murray; **Phillips, D; Phillips, P; *Phillips, R; Redmond; Scharpf; *Scherr; *Skown; *Sloan; Smith; *Stock; Symanski; Thomas; Ward; Welper; Wilkerson; *Winkler
We were 40 strong, counting Sayers (who scratched due to injury), one son, and one son-in-law: hackers, slicers, chunkers, shankers, dead yankers, scullers, sandbaggers, duffers, thin hitters, grippers, rippers, grippers and rippers, a few real golfers.
All business during three rounds at two sensational courses and one pretty good one, we ate, drank, and were merry the rest of the time.
Day one at King & Bear, playing a scramble with all-’62 foursomes, we earned no points. Zip. Zero. Bupkes. Naught. Nothing. Nada.
Days two (Cimmarone) and three (Slammer & Squire), playing best ball and medal while paired with twosomes from another class, we did better and fought our way into fourth place overall. ’64 was the clear winner but ’61, ’63, and Can Do were bunched within 2.5 points. That’s close. For example, if Butzer had made EVEN ONE PUTT we could have been a contender.
Friday night, a day that will live in infamy, found us eating dinner at Le Pavillon, an elegant – well, it was when we got there – Italian restaurant in historic St. Augustine. (This was all Barry Thomas’ fault, by the way.) As one of the younger set remarked, “I had no idea old men needed to speak so loudly to be heard.” Yes, the sound level was deafening but the wit was sharp, the stories largely true. Butzer decided the bottle of wine at his table would be paid for by those at the table who could not produce their Class coins. He was stunned into silence (you know how rare an event this is) when each of the others in fact produced his coin. Barry then challenged each classmate present to produce his coin. Many, to our shame, could not. The names bearing asterisks below the photo above were coinless. (The double asterisk by Phillips, D indicates that it was not proved that he did not have his coin. He produced it the next day.)
Then the boys at that table decided to see who could hold his hand over the candle the longest. When Butzer gave in, he pulled his hand away quickly, only to knock over the bottle of red wine into the lap of Kirschenbauer. George rose to his feet, interrupting Barry Thomas’ riveting account of his victory in the 200-yard IM 44 years ago, to display the spreading stain in his crotchel area and, to everyone’s surprise, making public the fact that, as an inveterate sleepwalker, he once climbed back into the wrong bed and spent the night spooning with Butzer. One wag christened this event “Brokeback Mountain ’62.” The restaurant owner, an aging first-generation Italian lady, rushed in to persuade George to give up his pants for her to wash, a request to which George acceded immediately, revealing his black briefs. He ate the rest of his meal pantsless to cries of, “Oh, the humanity,” and “Keep those knees together, for God’s sake!”
Winkler with Rennagel ’66.
Al DeJardin produced two remarkable items from his wallet. First was a newspaper article describing a victory by the Army plebes over Rutgers. Winning pitcher Johnson. Two hits by Gunderman. Two errors by DeJardin. Next was a Pointer photo of George’s circuit clout against Bob Turley of the Yankees.
Hannon ’61, Kirschenbauer, P. Phillips lamenting not winning a single point for their teams.
Cowles and Kohler: Two man best ball/scramble winners.
Steve Arnold, last year’s medalist, sent some gifts from Baghdad: a box of Iraqi Freedom cigars and a t-shirt bearing the sobriquet “Who’s your Baghdaddy?” These gifts were awarded for transgressions ranging from Bernitt’s late-in-life marriage to Phillips’ citation at Mayport Naval Base for illegal u-turn and broken tail light.
Left to right: Umbrella, Janicke, Welper, umbrella. Closest to the pin winners
Scharpf with his shirt for “farthest from the pin. On a par 3: 188 yards from the pin on a 186-yard hole.
Left to right: Hat for 8th place, low net; Charlie.
Bob Phillips & Joe Blackgrove ’63 enjoying Dave’s story of how he met Bob at the dental clinic: 2 plebe Phillips’ showed, only one of them had an appointment.
Tom Murray holds up certificate for ‘62’s 4th place overall finish. Win Ward struggles to keep his eyes open. Bernie Skown already gave up the struggle.
Willson ’63 and Barry with plaque for Low Net score. Barry had a 76 gross on Saturday.
Ron Stock & Tom Middaugh trying to recall the lyrics to “Ravioli, Italian Ravioli.”
This MIGHT be Jeff Alt with his hat for finishing 7th, low gross. MIGHT be.
See you next year.