Ahhhh the stories
Yes, golf is played at the Classic, but no one remembers the scores.
The heart of the event are the stories told!
The insane amount of laughter (especially Pooch at 2 in the morning),
and the memories created.
RC 1 - Darien, CT
"We can't take carts?"
The first time we got together was in southern Connecticut to see Brian after just recovering from his long battle with cancer. Dekes & Chaker thought it would be nice to call a few guys & surprise Brian with a weekend away to take his mind off of things.
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Jimmy was kind enough to set up two 4-somes at Darien CC. The skies opened up the day before & it rained cats & dogs. As a result, the course was "walking only" and the parking lot was empty on a Friday afternoon (which is unheard of in CT in the summer), which goes to show how bad the weather was.
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Brian could barely walk as he had just recently gotten out of the hospital, but "the show must go on" and Bonz and Hahn literally carried Brian around on their shoulders for 9 holes going up & down the hilly layout. After a few drinks at the club, Brian shared his emotional story about what he had endured the past year, which was the first ever fireside chat. It was a moment we will never forget, wherein we all agreed that we had to get together every year from that point forward. Because life is short, and you need to live everyday as if it were your last, because you never know...
RC 5 - Greensboro, NC
"HUH, WHAT?!"
Jimmy Hahn came rolling into Cappuccio's North Carolina estate after a few bourbons and a long flight sitting behind an old couple. A very, old, couple.
He went on to tell a story of two old people not being able to hear each other on the plane, and continuously repeated, "He said HUH and she said WHAT!?" for about two straight hours. The photo to the right says it all...
HUH!? WHAT!?
RC 6 - Orlando, FL
The Ace no one ever saw
The only hole in hole to be recorded in the Classic was a classic story...
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It was Bonz, Toe, & Ernie playing the uphill 8th hole at Nicklaus Resort. Playing at 157 yards, Toe hit a solid 7-iron that appeared to never leave the flagstick, but there were 0 balls on the green upon cresting the hill.
Bonz quickly hopped out of his cart to check the hole, only to tell Toe that his ball flew over the back of the green.
Ernie & Bonz were chipping up to the green and Toe is grabbing his wedges and walks to the back green to find 0 golf balls. Once every"where his ball was over the back of the green" only to inform Toe that he was "just kidding" and his ball was in the hole!
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Due to customs & tradition, Chris bought the first round of drinks. Half the group ordered code blues and the other half ordered Johnnie Walker Blues at $50/glass. The hole in one cost Toe $450 plus the same 7-iron that Jones decided to break later that same day in the '3-club tournament', which locked in Keith's DH Award for that year.
RC 7 - Orlando, FL
"Stripes"
Mike "The Sheriff" Lynch cemented his lifetime DH Award during RC 7.
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We New Englanders are quite pale, and for some reason scheduled the RC in Orlando during the dead of summer. We all of course got too much sun, and Brian was still wearing his leg brace while playing golf.
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But poolside the brace came off, wherein Mike noticed Brian's red & white legs & began to call him "Stripes" the rest of the weekend. Only Lynchie can take lemons and make lemonade the way he does with his dry, but incredibly dark sense of humor.
RC 8 - Woodstock, VT
The Beads
Just in case the children get access to this website, let's just say you had to be there to hear this gem.
Arguably the most unique and unexpected story ever told, Keith Jones cemented his place as the most adventurous RC participant when it came to experimenting in the bedroom.
RC 17 - Southern Pines, NC
"Let's play cumulative"
After being pounded for 2 straight days, Team Cappuccio offered up the option to play cumulative against Team Mader who thought it wouldn't matter what kind of game they played because of Mader's teams momentum.
Well, karma showed it's ugly head and the cockiness of Team Mader was wiped clean when Toe & Dixie got smoked to the tune of -10 at what is now known as the Slaughter at Tobacco Road and lost the team match by 1.5 holes.
