Couldn’t see it available on their website but was able to book a single on GolfNow. See you guys on Sunday
Check this thread @Timdean and @Dashfast we expect to do it again next year
https://refuge.nolayingup.com/t/breakfast-ball-chicago-meetup/
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Thanks for the tip - I’m not sure I’d be stoked committing to Sydney/Waveland (no offense) for the whole season, but would be interested in a rotating morning league.
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Offense taken.
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Hey…
Merry Christmas ya filthy animals.
It’s been one hell of a year thanks to all of you, and here’s to more fun in 2021 
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Happy holidays to you guis. Nothing worthwhile to post to the useless thread, but got gifted ten rounds to Calumet Country Club. Worst case they don’t open come spring and I chain myself to a tree so my GF’s money wasn’t spent in vain.
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Do we know if this thread will be in front of the paywall after Jan 1? I don’t usually venture out of this thread so may have missed any announcement.
Regardless! Bump to solicit anyone interested in getting together for games and events in 2021 to check out Jbors post below
We think it’s staying in front, but really we don’t know for sure.
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@TheAbeFroman and I have a few hours booked at 5iron Monday & Tuesday. Open spot if anyone wants to join.
Monday: 1pm
Tuesday:12:30pm
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Got a 5iron gift card for Christmas. Can’t make those times but hopefully we can get together in the future.
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Working through a bit of an off season swing change (from a fade to draw) and hit up St. Andrew’s heated range stalls for some practice. Was hitting it pure so walked on for a quick 18 in this balmy 20 degree weather. Obviously played terrible.
First time playing on a frozen track… my brain was overwhelmed trying to figure out yardages between cold temp, wind, rock hard greens, and my gained distance with my updated back flight.
BUT…I think i had fun and will be a year long golfer from here on out.
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I have a smoking hot take that the best thing for golf the business would be for golf the professional sport to be played in cold climates in shoulder seasons (and later) so people don’t think the game is all green and short sleeves on TV.
I know I know. 
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I was actually thinking about how @Randy and @MerchCzar need to do a Strapped for off season (read: cold weather) locations.
I thought 40 degrees was my cut off, but I really felt fine in 20’s today.
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If the Killhouse Five changes their minds and threads like this go behind the paywall - thanks to everyone here for making the shittiest year on record markedly less shitty. I used to play like 90% of my golf as a single praying I didn’t get paired up with jackasses and being able to find this thread and arrange games with fellow sickos in minutes made golf so much more fun for me. Plus Cog Hill, Olympia Fields, and Canal Shores were absolute blasts.
If we wake up tomorrow and this thread hasn’t faded away like the imaginary friend in Inside Out let’s keep this rolling into 2021. Here’s to more weekend games and more events.
(Don’t forget there’s a link to a Whatsapp chat a few posts above)
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Bing bong ain’t dead homie, that’s canon
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Press F to pay respects.
It’s about to get weird in here.
Edit: I guess I only get 100 posts. Glad I used one for this.
Might as well paste this here so it can live on somewhere that other plebes might one day read it.
My high school had 3 witches. Not real witches mind you, just girls who bought a Wicca book, did all their shopping at Hot Topic, and wore too much makeup, but for the purposes of this story they were witches. One of these witches fit wholly into the 90’s movie trope where the nerdy girl takes off her glasses and lets down her hair and now she’s super hot. Let’s call her Emily. Emily the witch.
Emily the witch and I didn’t run in the same circles, but in a class of 100, the punk kids and the witches can’t help but cross paths once in a while. I think it’s the clothes. So I didn’t really know Emily the witch that well, but well enough that a few years later, after not hearing from her since graduation, i was pleasantly surprised to see a DM from her on facebook telling me she transferred to my college and wanted to know if we could meet up some time. After a cursory viewing of her profile to make sure she was not still in fact a witch, I said sure and gave her my number.
A couple weekends later, I’m out at a party with my buddies. I’m drunk (shocker), and having a good time when I get a text from Emily the witch around 12:30.
“Busy?”
Friends, I’m not a presumptuous person—I’ve asked more than one girl who said that they liked if they were sure—but there are only two conceivable reasons to send a person that text message at that hour: you need drugs or you need to hookup.
After a brief exchange, we agree to meet at my apartment, which I shared with two guys who I also went to high school with and knew Emily (formerly known as Emily the witch). They were not home when I got there. Emily shows up, we hack a couple darts in the parking lot, do a little catching up and then she says “you wanna go upstairs?”
HOOOO BOY! It. Is. Happening.
We go upstairs and she kinda looks around my room, almost like she’s casing the joint. Either that, or she was just observing the squalor in which I choose to live. Wasting no time, she motions towards the bed and we sit and start making out. I wouldn’t say it was passionate, so much as aggressive. There was anger in those kisses. So much teeth. All of the teeth.
I’m no Rockin’ Thunder (aka @xthrubyx), but I can handle some pain. I pressed on.
She pushes me back onto the bed and rips open my shirt (it was one of those snap button plaid shirts that were huge in 2009) and starts kissing my chest. Again, teeth, but alas, I am undeterred.
Then she stops, walks over to my closet, grabs something and walks back. It’s a necktie. My headboard had thin, decorative vertical slats made out of what could at best be generously described as “wood.” She laced the tie through the slats and tied it around my wrists.
“Fun!,” i think to myself.
More kissing. More teeth. And harder. So much harder. She climbs on top of me and is eventually just biting my chest and pulling on my skin with her teeth. Not wanting to come off as a tremendous wimp and ruin my chances, I wince but don’t make any sound. Then she reaches for my pants. Finally! At this point I was just happy she wasn’t trying to gnaw her way into my chest cavity for 15 seconds.
I am now in a modified Porky Pig state: shirt on but unbuttoned but otherwise nude. I don’t remember if she took my socks off.
She walks over to my desk and starts looking. I’m desperately trying to see what she’s looking for, but I have no idea.
Then she turned around.
With scissors.
Dear readers, I will do my best to recount what happened after this, but between the alcohol, the blinding fear and pure survival instinct, I’m not sure anything I after that was a conscious choice. Fight or flight.
The first thing I did was yell “No!” And then continued to yell “No! No! No!” throughout the rest of what I am about to tell you. I yanked my arms as hard as I could, snapping the headboard slats. I grab her wrist, take the scissors from her, and then guide her through the hallway, down the stairs, through the living room and kitchen, and out the back door, still wearing just my shirt (and maybe socks). I shut the door behind her, deadbolt it, and take a breath. I look down and realize that I am naked. I can also hear the TV. My roommates were sitting on the couch watching TV waiting for their calzones to be delivered.
I don’t even bother to cover myself with my shirt, just walk back through the living and shrug as I walk by.
When I hit the top of the stairs I hear one of them yell “Was that Emily the witch?”
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He lives.
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