Another one in the Books

On Wednesday, June 19th, we hosted our inaugural golf gathering for 2024. A total of 68 golfers participated, and the weather was spectacular. We’ve experimented with different dates over the years in hopes of finding that perfect day, this year we managed to give Lakeland, Florida a run for its money. Steve Harvey played like a pro and claimed the Closest to the Hole and Longest Drive prizes.

It’s wonderful to hear that the camaraderie and good spirits were the true champions of the day. Here’s to hoping that the next event on September 4th brings the perfect blend of warm sunshine, cool breezes, and even more Brothers and Sisters to enjoy the day. Until then, may your swings be mighty and your golf carts never get stuck in the sand traps!

Ed and I want to thank everyone who attended and made this a great day.

Fraternally,

Chuck and Ed

SEPTEMBER 4, 2024

The location is SunnyBrae Golf Club in Port Perry – 1430 King Street, Port Perry, ON

Scarborough Retired Fire Fighters Golf 2024 | Scarborough Retired Fire Fighters (scarboroughfirefighters.org)


THE POETRY OF GOLF……

In My Hand, I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

By Its Size, I Could Not Guess
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I’ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End;
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry,
And Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par,
If I Hit It Straight And Far.

To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.

With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.

It’s Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows I’ll Be Back Tomorrow.

Author Unknown