Back into Birmingham, and the sun continues to shine on the slamma tour veterans. After a night with slightly less sleep that is required for a full renewal of energy, the enthusiastic-but red-eyed group makes their way to the golf course. Things do not go exactly to plan, as LT selects the wrong address in the GPS, and sets the team off on a wild goose chase wondering why John Cleese (the voice selected in LT's GPS unit) is making such a royal cock up of getting them to the course....
Enter 'Dagenator the Cool' . After a quick rummage through his 'murse' (English/Canadian for purse beloging to a man), out comes Garmin GPS with accurate golf course selection, and the team get to the course within a few minutes... A cool morning, and a wind greet the players on the practice tee, but thanks to the area having a severe downslope, even Roofer's topped irons make it a good 450 yards down the hill. Grand-par is being reminded of Blighty (overcast, cold and windy).., "Almost" is thinking the same, apart from the inclusion of small white wool-bering mammals added to the equation.
The morning Scramble concludes with a dead heat (After Gazebo comes up with the idea of writing up a few score cards for every occasion to ensure their 7 over par won't be discovered. OK..OK.. they did VERY well , with some inspired draft picks from GP the night before.the favoured team gets off to a good start... Unfortunately "captain Dag" had forgotten that LT don't wake up his swing until at least 11am, so could be a while before the teams start scoring..
Said farewell to "Almost" at lunchtime. His event is over and he's heading on to a new venue to sandbag the locals with whatever sport he takes along for the ride..
COMETH THE MOMENT... COMETH THE MEN !
The afternoon game gets underway.. with Roofer getting off to a blistering start on the 2nd round of the day... unfortunately.. it all went "Pete Tong" at that point as his practice swing gave way to his actual one, and his game was rudely stolen..
Gazebo finds his form !.. shooting a terrific 34 point Stableford, but NOOOO... here comes a charging Alice, all guns blazing , and posts an 85, ensuring victory for himself...
OK.. blog getting cut short... falling asleep !!..more tomorrow. final round at Ross Bridge!
OK.. cutting the blog entry short this evening..
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