Murphy Creek Golf Course
Aurora, Colorado
The usual gang showed up bright and early Saturday morning, with cloudy skies and the threat of rain. Mick monitored the weather forecast all week, promised blue skies, and sure enough, just as the group teed off, the sun broke through. Surely a sign.
Note to file: Murphy Creek Golf Course is not for the timid, the weak of will, or, it turned out, over the hill sixty-somethings. This course is a beast. Harley picked it; he knew of it from his time working at nearby DIA. There are four par threes on the course--from the tips, the shortest is 205, the longest is 248. Looked more like 350. Ouch.
Hanson attended as scribe and photographer--he had suffered a sprained knee in a fall the week before. (He's working on a story of how it happened, because the truth is pitiful, and ironically, lame.) And Rennich is more or less fully recovered from a "neurological event" of one kind or another suffered over the winter. Devine is coming off a knee sprain and other health adventures over the winter. Only Harley is still fully intact, but he has lots of secrets, including, I'll bet, details of his health.
The golf was pretty sketchy. To get the idea, the Most Valuable Golfer went to Hanson, who didn't even bring his clubs. Sometimes you just gotta show up to win. The scores were a mile high.
Miss Congeniality went to Hanson as well, for coming the longest distance, getting up early, "playing hurt," and who knows what all else. I think the Competition Committee should meet this coming year to discuss whether to reduce the tournament to six holes, or to change the game to cribbage, instead of golf.
Harley made a 42 foot putt early in round-- he also parred three of the first five holes and we thought it was dejavu all over again, but he returned to earth with a thud later in the round. On the back nine, Rennich made a 72 foot birdie putt, which earned him Shot of the Day, the Purple Putter and the Rino Cup for his short game. Other than that, the four of us could likely sit and drink beer, think and think and think and not remember much about the round. Which may be accounted for by other factors than mediocre golf, right? These days, we don't remember much, except the lyrics to the theme song from "Green Acres" and of course, "Purple and Gold."
But it was another merry time, and more memories were made, but to what end, since nobody can remember anything anymore? Here are some photos:
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