Wednesday, July 01, 2015

Save a Prayer (Duran Duran): Donald Ross Memorial/Hidden River


Oh -- the Stableford. How is it going? Tom is kicking everyone’s butt. But, he’s the one playing the best. Surprising, with Bay Harbor rounds,  I’ve moved into second (probably won’t last long since my quota will be adjusted and Hidden River isn’t really “my friend.”). Frank and Ron are tied for third. Cory next. Pete has moved from dead last and Paul and Jeff are tied for last. Still three more rounds to go. Donald Ross Memorial we’re playing as a four man scramble -- our cabin vs. theirs. Rematch. Donald Ross is a tough course that seems to be uphill the entire way. And if you know Donald Ross courses, the greens are tough to read, tough to land on, tough to putt. More critters this morning -- seeing turkeys with their babies (need to look up what a group of turkey’s is -- a flock? A gaggle? A?).

This day has two songs, one for the scramble and one for the stableford counting afternoon round.


Two Tribes Go to War (Frankie Goes to Hollywood)


When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

Cowboy number one
A born again poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
Workin' for the black gas

Switch off your shield
Switch off and feel
I'm workin' on lovin' yeah

Giving you back the good times
Ship it out, out
I'm workin' for the black gas

A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score

We got two tribes
We got the bomb
We got the bomb, yeah
Sock it to me biscuits now

Are we livin' in a land
Where sex and horror are the new Gods?
Yeah

When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
We finish at 9 under with the other group waiting for us at the club for lunch. They finish at 10 under, so the $10 changes hands again. There were at least 4 birdies we left out there. Damn. Lunch at the club (not on the patio because it’s pretty chilly with me wishing I had my rain pants along with all of the other layers). The beef barley soup is pretty tasty along with onion rings (even though I think they changed their batter because they aren't as good as past years). Pete's having a screwdriver, so you know that he's beat.

 


Off to Hidden River. Normally we would have headed over there for lunch on the patio, but they had some pipe issues over the winter that went unnoticed for a number of days, so the clubhouse is closed for repair. I didn’t realize how closed it was until we pull in and they have trailers set up for the pro shop and snack shop. This has to be costing them quite a bit of summer revenue with the clubhouse closed. But, they still have a good pro shop and I get Daigle a hat -- hunter green one. Jeff and Cory take power naps in the mini van before we head out. Afternoon round will be Tom, Pete, me and Cory. Ron brings up that three of our foursome have played the course -- the other group hasn’t. Doesn’t really matter since Hidden River isn’t a complicated course (I just don’t typically play it well -- late in the week, doesn’t suit my eye -- can’t hit the side of a barn or get it up in the air).








I also rediscover that Hidden River isn’t as “female friendly” as other courses we play up at Boyne (and even Forest Dunes) -- only have port-a-potty’s and not many. And since I’m tired, I’m drinking beer. But, Hidden River is a really cool track -- goes down as favorites for Ron, Jeff and Paul. Maybe because the greens aren't as tricky as some of the other.

Dinner at the Bob In Again. Think I hear groans from the others, but they go along with us. We’re good with different things -- but you have to call it. If not, you go along with what Tom and I want to do. So, it’s the Bob In Again. Find out over dinner that Frank and Ron plan on leaving Boyne to head to Holland at 4 am on Saturday. That means that Friday night, after dinner and golf, we need to pack up our clubs and our luggage and bring it over to their cabin to pack up Frank’s truck. Ron is NOT happy about 4 am -- Frank wants to make it to Memphis on Saturday night so that he can be back at home by 230 pm on Sunday. Lots of driving. Ron’s taking Monday off so he doesn’t have to make that many miles in that time (but, Ron is more leisurely about everything).

For anyone who was really going to try and make a surge in the Stableford (or who cares, Ron and Pete), Duran Duran's "Save A Prayer" seems appropriate on moving day. Ron may also be saying a prayer to not have to leave at 4 am on Saturday morning. Pete may be saying the same, to not break a club and owe a round of drinks.

"Save A Prayer"
You saw me standing by the old
Corner of the main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun
So you're looking for the thrill
And you know just what it takes and where to go

Don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after

Feel the breeze deep on the inside
Look you down into your well
If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire
Take a chance
Like all dreamers can't find another way
You don't have to dream it all, just live a day

Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it till the morning after

Pretty looking road,
Try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin
Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise
Melt the ice
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
But we can call it paradise

Don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
No, don't say a prayer for me now,
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after
Save it 'til the morning after

Save a prayer 'til the morning after

 

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