From Prep: Some thoughts at large... Best Line: Willo's worm comment to John... Best Facial Expression: Willo's shit eating grin as he explained why he still has a job even though John McCain demanded that he be fired... Best Advocacy: John's argument that Albert should vote for Hillary... Most Dramatic Golf Shot: Andy from the sand on 18 at Edgewood Valley... Best Seat: The Skybox at Comiskey Park... Best Overheard Telephone Conversation: Andy to his mother on Friday morning... Best Ride: Bill's Limo... Best Memory: Too many to choose. ******************************************************************************************* One of Prep's lines needs background and clarification for those who were not there. The John worm line. On Fri am, the day of the golf tourney, John comes down to breakfats at the hotel. We are in typical golf garb. John has on multi-pocket, green khaki shorts, a matching shirt w/ at least as many pockets and epilets, a boy scout like cap that was slightly to small for his head, and sandals w/ dark brown socks. To me, he had the look of a 49 year old Eagle Scout. Willo takes a look, and asks: "Hey, boy, are you going golfing or are you going hunting for worms?" It WAS a funny line. Al ********************************************************************************************* On Mon, 18 Sep 2000 20:15:45 EDT John writes: Why yes... I was hunting for worms that golfing day... and dressed appropriately I might add. All the divots left on the grounds gave great hope for us worm-hunters. Another golfing memory I'll treasure, aside from watching Albert throw a club on 18, is my trying to explain to Albert why his high 90's score was actually pretty good. It should also be noted that if A-Dog McDermott doesn't blow up on 18 he wins the "net score" championship. Damn guys, I will admit that cruising back and forth with David watching all that golf was a lot of fun. My goal is to whip all y'all's asses in golf in say about 25 years. John ********************************************************************************************* From: Terry Worm Hunter-- Lemme get this straight. Prep sez you almost convinced Al that Hillary's the one, and you embellish that yarn with your story of an attempt to convince him that a high 90's golf score is acceptable. I'm supposed to believe this? Again, musta been the drugs. --P.F. ******************************************************************************************* Terry, You're right... John is really demented thinking that I might A) vote for Hillary or B) believe that my 94 at Edgewood "wasn't all that bad". I almost buried a 4 iron into his annoying, smiling, reassuring face around the 16th hole. He was VERY lucky that I was chilled out and having a good time. Al ******************************************************************************************* Slow down, now, Al. We were just trying to calm you down a bit; figuring your psyche might have a tough time dealing with Sobo's preeminence in your foursome. We weren't trying to pull your chain, were we, J? D.D. ******************************************************************************************* John- I'm confused. You thought Albert was wound tight, and he says he was "chilled out." You guys are both from NY, right? Sobo ******************************************************************************************* Terry, Nah... no way Albert is voting for Hillary. His vote is not pro Lazio, just anti Hillary. Whatever. As it turns out, she may not need his vote. Albert chilled out? David and I tooled around the course by motorcart and had opportunity to watch all the boys play. It was a lot of fun. The guys all made some outstanding shots. It was amazing, for instance, to observe Willo's consistent accuracy for getting his ball into those sand things that guarded each hole. The best shot of the day was Andy's drive that had Dave and I ducking. Then we heard it rattling around in the trees above only to drop down perfectly in front of the hole. But, honestly, I think everyone hit some pretty good shots during the day. WE had fun watching. Still, one player stood out: Albert. Not for his play, but for his tightly wound manner. We watched the boy leave divots clear down the fairway. We watched him pound clubs into the turf after making shots. We watched him throw his clubs and stomp his feet. Clearly, this fella was not having any fun. This confused us since people try to tell me that golf is a fun thing to play. Finally somewhere around Hole 15 we decided to take action. We drank some beer and decided to stay with Albert exclusively, cheering him on, encouraging him, and otherwise trying to help him improve his attitude over his apparent dismal play. Yes, we understood the peril. We knew he would want to bury his "6 iron" into our skulls. However, after observing his trying to hit a ball with said iron we thought that chances were good that if he took a swing at us that he would miss. And yes, Terry, working with Albert was fun. If it weren't for us, Albert might have stroked a 99 or something. J ******************************************************************************************* Man, when the Worm Hunter makes fun of my golf game, maybe its time for me to consider other pastimes. Believe it or not, I actually thought I kept my demeanor fairly well that day, given how badly I had played over the two days. I am supposed to play in a member/guest tourney this weekend w/ a really serious golfer. I'm afraid of what I might do out there. Ikey... pray for me! Al