WORKING THE BAG ROOM AT THE KAPALUA BAY COURSE

It was a long time ago. Let's just say when we blasted the FM radio when we were done at work as the sun set we'd have the cold brews going, and these are the songs that were being played.

Jeremy- Pearl Jam
Under The Bridge- Red Hot Chili Peppers
One- U2
Come As You Are- Nirvana
Friday I'm In Love- The Cure
Everybody Hurts- R.E.M.
Nothing Else Matters- Metallica
Steam- Peter Gabriel
Mama I'm Coming Home- Ozzy Osbourne
Let's Get Rocked- Def Leppard

Okay so now you know I'm an old fart! But hey working there for over a year was the best freeking job in the world. First of all I was a lame golfer, and quite frankly still am. But when I worked there with my friends, Weasle, Willy, Ben, Rafter, Porter, Eddie, Ben H. it was fun. I got pretty good playing because I hung around the teaching pros who were cool. We'd go out and play nine after the early shift ended, got free lessons, all it cost was beers at the bar. Well, looking back all those beers added up but what the hell we had fun.

I remember one time, the D.O.G. (Director of Golf's dad) was in town from Chicago, I don't want to disclose his name for obvious reasons. I'd need all those legal papers, "Hey can I write about you?" Nah.. this is safer. But anyhow, they had a local PGA Section tournament that was held at the Bay Course. Lots of local pros from all of the golf courses in Hawaii. So it was busy, besides those guys, there was the regular resort golfers we had to service. 

But Joe comes in from Chicago, and he's got beers. We were all thinking, "Joe's got beers, but we can't drink we're on the clock." But Joe's all cool, "C'mon, help me drink this before it gets warm."

Well, his son is the D.O.G., and he's on the course someplace playing in the tournament, what if he stops by real quick for business, after all he's also on the clock so to speak. So Rafter is this guy from Cincinnati, loved the Reds and was one of my pals at work. "Hey Ronnie, let's drink this beer real quick!" "Okay shit might as well." So we took the beers Joe handed everyone (on the clock) and took it to the back where the ball washer was. So we started laugh at the fact that Joe the father of our boss is giving us beers during work hours. Rafter chugs his real fast, and I do as well. 

Now if you didn't know unless you've worked there or played there a lot, the ball washer is right below the 10th tee box. And guess who was there watching us chug the brews? You guessed it, it was Joe's son our boss the D.O.G., all he did was shake his head, and teed up. Joe was a cool guy.