Guys finally brought out their cameras at this year’s Cup. The setting — Bandon Dunes — had something to do with it. Mine can be viewed here (the ones on my family blog here). Among the better ones:
Half the Seattle Team at Friday morning breakfast.
Sharkey/Gran were down 5 after 9 in this Friday morning match -- and won.
Those grays weren't there thirteen years ago.
Waldner -- still striping it.
The fog on Pacific's 4th brought new meaning to the phrase 'blind tee shot.'
Norman was victorious on this day.
Gran pulling a Kozmo Kramer.
This was about the only rain we saw in three days.
Newcomer Ben Smith joined longtime vets Haight, Gaston and me for Saturday afternoon fourball tiebreaker.
Hanging out after Saturday afternoon's matches.
Leo Madden made quite the statement in his, uh, medical pants.
Tony's Crab Shack made for a great post-event outing.
This year was the first time we had more than two people (me, Cheever) snapping pics. Actually it was only one more guy — Madden — but they managed to snap a few good ones. Among my favorites:
Yeah, I got this hat off some drunk chick in Cabo . . .
Now THAT'S a lid.
Happiness is NOT prepaying $50 for Benezra's prime rib.
Hardcore strategizing at Campbells.
Is my golf game somewhere out there?
Riding Cheever's back is apparently hard work.
It looks good, but . . .
Kramer, is that you?
We only need to win 10 of 12 singles matches -- stranger things have happened. NOT!!
Was that champagne paid for with the slush fund?
Amazingly, this is the only pic we have of Benezra reading a menu.
I didn’t do a very good job snapping pics this year. But I did get a few:
Tony S. donning a surprisingly cool Greg Norman shirt.
This is what happens when Crosswater loses six tee times.
One singles win in the bunch -- not exactly a murderer's row.
Another hole, another treck through the thick stuff looking for Norm's ball...
Perfectly good champagne...
Not something the boys in the bubble shirts should be getting used to.
This year was my worst ever in the picture-taking department. I managed to cobble together about ten pictures in all. Among the best of them:
Stonesifer going for a more conventional look than the drunk-Cabo-chick look of '06.
You wouldn't know it by looking at the funky swing, but Sharkey/Gran walloped . . .
Benezra and me in Saturday morning Chapman.
An Irish/American dinner at Sunriver Resort.
Almost a tie . . . but not quite.
This year I borrowed a camera to do a little pic taking. Can’t say anyone will mistake me for a pro, but I snapped a few:
All the sunblock in the world can't protect Nelson from the onslaught that is the Seattle Team.
115 degrees and, other than what Cheever's creating himself, no shade.
670 yards to go -- this one will be ripped.
This one doesn't turn out well for the good guys.
Neither does this one.
Madden teamed with fellow Irishman Kelleher to add some world to the World Team.
Just a little across the line.
To the early guys go the beers.
Norman. (Buehler.) Norman. (Buehler.)
I wonder if this one got airborne...?
Beaton d. Scoccolo 3&2. (Then accused of 'bagging.)
That hurts just looking at it.
These might be the last photos I take in Victoria for awhile:
Ah, casual elegance.
And then Plato said to Socrates ...
Don't hate us because Jack's beautiful ...
Okay, we're not beautiful, but don't hate us, either.
Sharkey: Does he ever shut up? Waldner: No.
The 206 brain trust outside Gorge Vale.
Golf in South Central -- er, Bear Mountain's range.
Just a little outside...
Cheever and me with the undisputed hottest Greenspan chick EVER.
Gettin' ready to take care of business.
Waldner allegedly paid good money for these pants.
Chillin' on The Clipper after Consective Win No. 4.
A few pics from this year’s outing:
Waiting for either the bus or someone to get back from Starbucks.
Harrison on one of the coolest tees in Greenspan history (Victoria GC).
Ball go far. Ball go very, very far.