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Rumple 2006: Bam-ba-Lam |
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2006 Rumple Invitational Prattville, AL In 2006, we intended to put all of the experience of 3 years of Rumpling into affect. Once again, we failed. A 14 hour commute to Alabama, an hour commute for Saturday's golf and the close to death Alabama heat conspired against us. Of course, the Rumple prevailed against all odds as the reigning king of golf/party throw downs known to man. Riding the tail wind of a Detroit Tigers birth in the World Series, we put 14 hours of highway between us and the mitten, arriving half dead in Bama on Thursday morning. |
Some sleeping off the road trip, some eating it off at the Waffle House with pancakes, the remaining Rumplers began to trickle into the vacation homes to drink off the jet lag.
As usual, the trip went from groggy to all out in a matter of hours. Larsen smashed up his ribs on a trampoline, the Flying Dutchman snapped his wedge in an impromptu 'Big Break' style competition and Big Pun redecorated one of the homes unintentionally. Golf started bright an early the next morning. It is hard to wrap up the quality of the courses and the intensity of the competition from a distance. Sufficeth to say, the courses were top notch and in great shape. With a 14 man field, the race for the Raw & Grand Championships were tight, eventually decided by only a very few strokes. Friday morning was everything we expected... Muggy, beautiful and muggy. We played the first 36 at Robert Trent Jones, Grand National in Auburn, AL. |
On the way back home, we stopped off at Country's BBQ. A local spot that almost formed a lynching party after Lonestar & Bird had their "moment".
After we took in more pork than a dump truck full of scrapple, The District and Lonestar moved in on the help. Thus, another Rumple legend was born... So, let me back up for a second. The vacation homes we rented were along the Alabama River, just east of Cooter's Pond. Tucked away at the end of a dirt road, if you listened closely, Dueling Banjos was playing on an eternal loop. next page |
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