Class News
Golf Outing May 19, 2006
Our annual Class of 1964 golf outing transpired on Friday, May 19, 2006 at the beautiful and renowned Yale Golf Course. All were welcome, but the impending weather (that didn't materialize) limited the participation to a hardy few (see picture). Below are Chris Getman's usual thoughtful reflections on the event.
The
weather forecast was iffy, so most of the wimps didn't show. We were
predicating having five foursomes and ended up with eleven stalwarts.
The event witnessed the unveiling of our three class ties which are
visible on the website as well.
Because of his vociferous whining about the slow play last year Truebner
was scheduled to go off first with a "flying wedge" of Putzel, Judge
John Walker ‘62, and Huffard, none of whom showed up upon hearing of
their assignment. Huffard even went to Bermuda to avoid suspicion of his
real motive for not being there.
After the usual yarn spinning at lunch about handicaps and the
procurement of a tie by each classmate, we adjourned to the first tee
for the group photo.
Buck "Bagger" Wilson recently returned from a long stint in New Orleans
bolstering the 17th St. dike, and Fielding "I Don't Need a Microphone"
Secor were teamed up with Truebs, promising to leave the rest of us in
the dust. The next group was a foursome of Butch "Yard Sale"
Hetherington, Dave "I Get My Hair Done at Kebabian Rugs" Kalayjian, Alan
McFarland, sportily dressed in tweeds and plus fours, which by the way
was an accurate reflection of his score on each hole, and yours truly.
Bringing up the rear were Bill Galvin, a true player, Ugh Lee, Don
Crabtree and Jim "I'm a legitimate 37" Thompson. The format was best
ball and the handicaps were played off of Galvin's ball. Because of the
extensive rain, we had to walk, no mean feat for guys our age.
Things would have gone swimmingly [sic] had not Truebner's group been so
slow. Having to wait on nearly every shot not only caused our finely
tuned group to lose its concentration, but also resulted in a few
unnecessary bogeys. Each player had to post at least three scores out of
eighteen and our group came in with a three over par 73.
While the Lee foursome boasted an even par, they neglected to note that
we were playing from the short tees on four so it then became, not the
#1 handicap hole, but rather the thirteenth. The stroke they gave
themselves resulted in a misrepresentation and imposed a two stroke
penalty on each member of the group.
When we were on the thirteenth tee, the lightening alarm sounded
requiring us to return to the clubhouse. That was a relief because we
had all stiffened up watching Secor whiff (he claimed it was a practice
swing because he didn't say "sh#t" and then scream a grounder into the
water). The thirteenth tee is as far and as high as one can be from the
clubhouse, but the two foursomes dutifully trudged back. The Truebner
trio elected to stay in a shed and then continue once the storm passed.
The trudgers were informed as soon as they reached the clubhouse that
the danger had passed and they could return to thirteen. The delay was
the equivalent of playing another nine holes and was duly recognized in
the final compilation.
When one walks the Yale Golf Course, particularly if it's soggy, the
seventeenth and eighteenth holes are daunting. Even though he hadn't
made the trek back to the clubhouse, Secor was heard to have said upon
approaching the eighteenth, "I'd rather be in Guantanamo." He and
Truebner didn't wait for the rest of us to straggle in, thinking that we
had bagged after the lightening delay. This incurred another two stroke
penalty. Wilson stayed and had a few beers while the awards were passed
out and the lies, er scores, posted.
The Lee group ended with a net 74 because they were each awarded a
stroke for picking up Hetherington's head covers. The Truebner trio was
penalized an additional 9 (three strokes each) strokes for not heeding
the lightening alert and finished with a tidy 89. The Kalayjian,
McFarland, Hetherington, Getman group was proclaimed the winner with a
pure 73, abetted by several clutch putts from Butch. It seems that the
longest names equaled lowest score.
There was a great dinner at Carmine's which is close to the Merritt
Parkway. The usual BS was rampant, but Galvin offered to organize an
event in the Fall to honor Hetherington's retirement to Virginia.
Several in the group also volunteered to follow the moving van and pick
up things left behind.
Hopefully, this will catch on and become a regular biannual event. We
have a great class and the Yale course is a lot of fun.
