It was a dark, heavy rain at 5:30 when I arrived. A couple of other golfers pulled in, but remained inside. I looked out over the beautifully groomed course that just 30 hours prior was filled with uniforms of the embattled soldiers engaged in a bloody WESTSIDE vs eastside match play extravaganza. All I saw this eve though were the bodies of the brave, fallen eastsiders, who were left behind by their fleeing kinsmen at the conclusion of the game.
I didn't really want em stinkin up the joint, so I loaded em in the back of brownie and dumped on a muddy hillside in Kessler Park after dark.
No league, too rainy.
ACE fund remains $228.
