The Burlap

We are having our annual golf tournament today – affectionally known as The Burlap. It’s the unofficial major of our golf season and no one takes it too seriously. It’s the 19th year we have held it and the winner gets a trophy and a Herb Tarlac jacket.  (That's Herb from his days at WKRP) We usually go for a beer and a bite to eat after the round and the “winner” has to wear it in the restaurant. And introduce himself to other patrons. All in good fun.

We call it The Burlap because the first coat – which I bought at a second hand clothing store at a cost of two dollars looked - and smelled - like a burlap sack. That coat was lost and now we have the colourful and somewhat smelly jacket right out of Herb’s closet.

I don’t expect to win - I’ve only played twice all summer since it’s so frigging expensive - and my game has gone to pot in recent years. So I don’t care how I shoot, it’s just a fun day on the course. Forecast calls for cloudy skies, temperatures around 18 degrees and a 100% probability of beer. We get dropped off. It’s that kind of tournament.