Big Daddy Invitational X
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"Which ball should I lose first?"
The marshall speaks before our first group tees off.
Brian shows off his "weapon" after winning our putting contest.
Chris prepares to hit his opening drive of the day.
It's a perfect day to be a Big Daddy.
Sean is pleased to be playing in his first Big Daddy Invitational.
"My ribs may hurt, but I'm happy to be here!"
"This land is our land!"
A mighty swing!
Filling in for a late cancellation, Chris is ready to go.
"Aim for that fairway on the first teebox."
At the 12th hole, Mark prepares to hit a golf ball completely wrapped in tin foil.
Chris "bonds" with the golf bag he won at the outing.
No one was "happier" than Sean when the round was complete.
Mark literally tore the cover off the ball.
Chuck claimed $30 for hitting the longest drive on the 12th hole.
June 29, 2007
Art and Tom enjoy some beers after the round.
For shooting our day's 9th best score, Rob won his own golf glove back.
A long day of golf winds down.
"Where's our food?"
Ty, Chuck, and Jared reflect on a wonderful day on the links.
An evening of Golden Tee begins.
Let the real games begin!
Do we really  need glasses?
Sean's dart game is amusing to everyone watching.
Reinforcements arrive to clean up the mess.
This is what happens when you drop a glass pipe full of beer.
For claiming our best score on the 11th hole, our winning group shows off their winnings.  (note the score of the Brewer/Cub game)
Sean shot the best round of the day (79), came closest to the pin on the 3rd hole, and sank the longest putt on the final hole.
An alumn of Wisconsin, Ty is happy with his prize for shooting our day's 8th best score..
Despite the red shirts, Chris and Kevin didn't quite shoot as well as Tiger today.
"Can you believe how much Tanner's been drinking?"
"My ribs don't hurt anymore!"
A game of Golden Tee can be enthralling.
A young lady at the bar captures the group's attention.
Chuck strikes up a conversation with someone at the bar.
Jager-bombs away!