Day 3 - Capitol Hill..

The guys return to Capitol hill.. scene of so much hope on the first day.. all the optimism is now a distant memory.. reality has set in.. and the determined golfers that appeared on day one are now bedraggled.. worn down.. demotivated... beaten... whupped by Grand National...

but NOOOO.. .they're back.. fresher than ever!..

LT has been looking forward to this moment for 4 months.. hole 1 at the Judge.. its been on his wallpaper since November.. and here it is .. Hole 1 at THE JUDGE... a beautiful par 4.. a hugely elevated tee, with water on the right.. he's looked at the length of the hole, how far out the bunker is.. and how he'd need to feed his drive around it.. and where the next tee is ... Now for reality... he lines up the drive.. and does a beautiful shot.. severe slice right.. and sails off in the direction of the fishes... sigh... sigh... breath... calm... DOH.. (throw club.. curse in a colonial British sort of way.. using lots of words the collonies don't understand)

Someone mentioned to Gazebo.. that there was a gazebo within driving range... so Gazebo decided to reinforce his name by launching his drive back to his namesake.. unfortunately missing.. but still receiving the congratulations from his team mates..

To mark the moment... the camera was handed to the starter for the team photo opportunity... unfortunately.. when looking a the screen .. the starter turned around to take a photo of the clubhouse.. claiming that the golfers that were the ugliest bunch of golfers he had ever seen, and would be rude to subject others to such a disgusting sight...

I've decides... Gazebo is the ultimate enthusiast for golf... he never lets his score get in the way of his next round possibilities...

As for the scoring... Almost is still leading the way... in the winning team in the team score this morning... and teaming up with Grand-Par for a successful 2 man scramble... Despite his arbitrary handicap trimming by the committee (i.e... LT).. he's still sandbagging his way quietly to victory... and the remainder of the team are trailing in his wake....

Gazebo declared... after stating that .. on a previous occasion he had to borrow clubs.. and they only had right handed clubs... he shot a 112.... that if if he shoots a 122 again.. he's catching the next plane home.. the result... a 116.. which.. isn't too bad .. and kept him in Alabama for at least another day..

Roofer... he's got the best practice swing of the entire group... smooth.. slow.. good tempo.. all you need to NOT put a ball in the middle of the action.. and he's allllll good...

Dagenator.... Wins Tombstone in the afternoon... he's getting some points on the board..but.. ah... ok.. maybe he needs a few more before he reaches the heady heights of NOT last place.. Don't ask him about the "Murse".. there's actually some discussion as to it's contents..

Papa Hicks.. had a rough morning.. Tombstone came down to earth with bump... as his own demise suggested... from first to last.. his win is now a distant memory as he is first to die in the morning competition.. the poor chap..

Alice... Wakes up 45 minutes BEFORE the alarm call at 6.30 am.... anyone would think he's actually in with a chance of winning the thing...

Almost... quiet... confident... how to these south sea convicts get so good at golf?.. surely there's too many sheep to create golf courses..

LT... he didn't need a hug today... but he did count the number of passengers in his car.. reached three.. assumed all were there... and drove away from the gas (ok.. petrol) station... leaving 'Dag' running for the car waving. Apart from the incompetence of the driver.. 'Dag' was particularly upset with Grand-Par and Almost.. as they waved from the rear window as the car drove off.

Grand-Par... the start of positive thinking started today!.. he told himself to make a putt.. and it happened.. how miraculous.. don't tell him that 9 times out of 10 the positive thinking will still end in failure.. but that's the beauty of golf.. it just takes the one in 10 to make you think that the 9 others will happen..

On to tomorrow.. Sunday... the last game for Almost... and the race for the Slamma Cup is starting to draw to a conclusion.. Will "Almost" hang on to his points... or will the chasing pack bribe LT into adjusting the scoring to ensure the southern hemisphere contender doesn't take the cup away from the continent.. . The high quality metal is probably worth thousands in the homeland.. it would probably be melted down to make model sheep...(i.e. relatives)

The evening concluded with the official 'Slamma' steak.. excellent restaurant.. good music.. random food as the server didn't have a clue what was ordered... but gave LT an excuse to use an iron successful .. (since his 'irons' during the day didn't seem to work as well)

LT... signing off...