COLONIAL DAY III

BACK TO WORK

I secured a room at the semindary for FB & S2 and they slept in while I got up & out VERY early to report for a 7:40 AM start time. I made coffee from the maker & comp tray in the room.

The VIP parking this day provided a rare & unexpected treat.

Instead of the larger shuttle van-type bus, this morning the vehicles are the Cadillac SUVs I got used to last year. The driver is a lady, most pleasant & informs me on the minutia of the shuttle program specifically the vehicles.

The Caddies run until 7:00 AM when the company subcontracted with the vans takes over. So I am good with this. Very good with this I am thinking as we pull up the the front door of the magnificent stately clubhouse & I get out.

Today my group is Paul Casey, Bryce Molder & John H Peterson. All begin the day at even to par.

Casey is a large international luminary from the UK & played on the 2008 Ryder Cup team in matches FB & I attended in Louisville. He played OK & afterwards we had a brief chat as he presented me with a signed ball. I have a fitting place for it with all the Ryder Cup momentos from the '08 adventure. Like the picture with Hunter Mahan & signed ball from the Pro-am (day A).

This is a good year already.

Molder was a good egg. He played a steady game and has broken thru on occasion but not consistently. I had heard of him & knew of him by modest reputation.

Peterson was another story. The signed ball includes the MI ‘H’ as did the one he gave me a couple of years ago. He played poorly, acted like he was hung over & REALLY wanted to be somewhere else. Reading the body language was extremely straightforward.

His father was following us around & the resemblance was most def there. The same lantern jaw & a chin that looked like it would be a real tempting target in a brawl.

I told the scorer, Judy, another repeat from the past, that I acted that way once & when my Father saw the behavior, pulled me aside for a little sit down.

Words something like ‘If you don’t want to play this game, you don’t have to play. But you won’t play again.’ He was serious (I think he was serious OR thought so at the time).

Afterwards, I shared the enhanced language version of the story with Dave, Jimmy & Jerry but added the old man apparently either never did the ass kicking, was blind, in denial or unfamiliar with such behavior modification techniques. Or in his defense perhaps it just didn’t sink in. Maybe the kid was truly a gifted idiot. Altogether possible. Judy commented more than once on Peterson’s behavior.

After finishing up, swapping tales with my three amigos, I found FB, S2 & Mikey on the course for some commiserating watching the players until the final group of the day finished on #18.

Mikey left & the New three amigos made way to the on-site concert venue known as Frost Park.

Due to the weather, the show was moved inside & moved up MUCH to our surprise & delight. Kyle Park played first & when he played Turn the Crown Upside Down which has a great video on youtube, I was ready to leave but stayed politely until the end of the short set.

Then Uncle Lucious (??) set up & played. They were OK but unknown to me. FB & S2 were pleased with it until the end. I think I knodded out briefly.

The thought of dinner was brought up & we found a place with a 30 minute wait. So we sat at the bar to wait for a table to come available. BIG MISTAKE. Soon we weren’t feeling the vibe for a meal at this place anyway.

The only upside was the Blackhawks v Ducks game had started & was on the telly.

So they headed back east & I found myself back at the seminary to begin plans to check out as the final day was here.