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Rumple 2006: Bam-ba-Lam

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Anyway, along this veritable two-track, was a bar called Dewey's. And, when I say bar, I mean a shack that undoubtedly held the best of the best from Prattville, AL. Dooley's, apparently, is a college bar just north of us, touted by the locals. For the remainder of the weekend, whichever of the two you referenced was immediately followed by a response concerning the other. That is... "Are we going to Dewey's tonight?" "Yep, Dooley's sounds like a great place" Rinse, repeat ad nauseam...

Thank god The District and Lonestar got the local 'hottie' to give us directions to Dooley's, or was it Dewey's? When we returned to the vacation homes and the sun set on the first 36 holes, the Rumple was in full swing and the reason we take this trip came rushing back. Idiots together is better than idiots apart. Done and done. The morning came early on Saturday, as it often does at the Rumple. Half drunk Rumplers piled out of the houses and off to RTJ Capitol Hill for the days golf. Playing the Senator and Legislator, RTJ started to show its fangs. Little did we know that 'The Judge' would be both jury and executioner as well.

Hetzel, pictured above, is a good barometer of how the Rumple was progressing. You might say his entire body looks out of alignment and that his hips are pointing somewhere well left of his target. So were we... Saturday night brought a UM Football victory and a beaten crew, throwing back cans of beer like water and planning a raid on Dewey's. Dooley's? No Dewey's. Right, Dooley's. I posted the scores, the pairings were set and, god help us, dawn brought on 'The Judge'. Saying that Sunday's round was a war of attrition is putting it lightly. Perhaps more than ever, the Rumple had found the perfect storm.          next page