Day 5 AM - Ross Bridge

The final day... the final round.. the marathon golfing adventure is almost over.. but... it snot over yet !!... With 12 points to the winning Tombstone player on the last day.. it's any ones cup (Even 'Almost' .. who has now departed can earn some points.. if everyone else cannot hit a green or a fairway on the longest drive and nearest the pin holes)..

Alice is still smiling from the previous day's play, as is Gazebo who, though superior "course management" put together a back nine worthy of a pro. Papa Hicks, initially wondering what he'd let himself in for when joining this rabble, is relaxed in the knowledge that no matter what the result, his kids will still adore him, and there's a beer and a kiss from the wife awaiting his return home (yes.. in that order). Grand-Par is hoping to get another call from the wife to let him know of another new arrival (his name coming from him scoring a par ON the hole when he received the call last time. He's instructed his daughters to increase production in the hope of him lowering his handicap. Roofer is smiling broadly. His practice swing is starting to match his real swing, and even if it doesn't.. he will still spoon with his Burner 3 wood as he's convinced it will make a difference. LT is hoping to find that place that enabled him to do so well on the first day.. he's actually thinking of persuading the guys to drive the 90 miles back down interstate 65 in the hope of finding his swing at the side of the road along the way. Dagenator searches through his 'murse'... somewhere in here is the key to my game today.. no.. not the cond... err.. headache tablets.. nope.. the GPS wont help you find your way to victory.. ah.. here it is !.. a tiara with PRINCESS written on it.. found the previous day, and now the prize for last place. Looking at it fills him with determination NOT to be wearing it after the game today... that's the key !!

Ross bridge did turn out to be the cream of the Robert Trent Jones trail. A beautiful layout and linked to a nice looking hotel. The players concluded that we should stay here on the next trip, and having 8 guys to one room should make the budget about the same. Roofer was still worried that his wife would find out that the round cost around $150, and was preparing a story that 'it was part of a package'. For Mrs Roofer.. it was part of the package.. and this bit of it DID cost $150 !. Feel free to go shopping.. he won't say a word when you come back with that new pair of shoes...

The play was enjoyable.. but I'll cut to the chase as the plane leaves soon...

The winner... (drum roll please)... with a blistering score of 37 point... was ...

wait for it....

wait for it...

Mr GAZEBO !.. winner of the gold medal... and champion Slamma player of the year,

closely followed by Grand Par.. and awarded a Tshirt sponsored by Guiness (how ironic)

and in third... Alice... after his game yesterday.. he's a happy chap.. and he even scored a birdie today.. and only owing LT a toonie !

and the winner of the PRINCESS tiara... (don't worry Mrs Roofer.. we won't be bringing it home).

Now at the airport.. its all over.. and we're heading home.. last blog entry.. with some photos to be posted in a few days...

Signing off....

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