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Volleyball Club
Newmarket Volleyball Club Annual (ish) Golf Day
NVC resurrected its Golf Day, under a new committee. The day was held in splendiferous conditions at Haverhill GC, three fourballs were to take up the challenge.
After a mega breakfast buffet was punished by John White, the rest of us tucked into the leftovers. The honour of teeing off first went to organiser Rob (#6), who didn't disappoint the audience, shovelling it up the left. Into the rough. He was joined by JP and Big Eric.
Eric had been doing his homework, and perhaps having a little too much time on his hands produced a set of detailed, colourful hole by hole analysis cards. Laminated. Unfortunately for our American friends, the wind experienced on the day was "from way out in left field". JP showed us glimpses of the talent he told us about; #6's buddy Ross, stepping in for the club secretary, (who shall remain nameless) at the last minute played well unfazed by all the egos on display.
Shouts of 'in the hole' greeted Mr Alber throughout his round, a highly disciplined well crafted effort. At times it was rumoured by the trailing groups that the premier group was a bit tardy when putting. Perhaps this affected the inbred, I mean related foursome directly behind. Matt hadn't shaved for months, but you couldn't tell (the wind played havoc with his wispy pubic-beard, that was pretty much all gone by the turn), Alex brought tales of booze and women (he'd seen a documentary or something), John brought the cola and crisps and Charles was rubbish. And hates golf. It also hates him. So none of that lot won.
So did the victor come from the final group with rookie-hackmeister (don't tell the committee) Freemo digging for oil with his 7-iron, and the reliable trio of Chairman McCormack and his trusty pals Ian and Colin. Frankly no, none of them won either.
So take a guess? Yes that's right, the geek who got all organised, brought along his trusty Gatorade (Yankee lucozade) and enough golf accessories to kit out Tiger for a career. Big man Eric did the business, and took the prize home to his house.
Thanks must go to Pete Saunders, for not coming. And also to Aurore for letting Matt out. Cheers guys, see you next time, c'mon Ben lower your standards and come and play with the idiots. Just watch you don't pull a 'fat'!