Controversy loomed as Scout shot a “miraculous” 38 on the front nine with a 17 handicap (starting with 22 pre-vote).
The memorable event came down to the same round on Sunday:
Douchebag bets Ninja $5 he can’t finish with bogey on the back-nine and all hell breaks loose on #18.
Needing a par to win the bet, Ninja steps confidently up to the box, hits a long, towering shot, and shouts “Yeah Baby”.
Oh Mother Luck, though art a Fickle Bitch. The long towering shot finds its way into the right-hand bunker under a tree.
Phyllis and Urinator immediately look for help from the gallery, hoping someone still has a free throw available. Stepping up to the rescue is Henry, Douchebag’s very own son-in-law. Whilst Colin is verbally threatening Henry with cutting him out of the inheritance, Phyllis and Urinator are coaching Henry to throw out of the bunker to setup Ninja with an easy short iron from the fairway.
Henry’s U-8 baseball coach, “Mother Luck”, or PTSD from being part of the Braithwaite clan. One of them is surely to blame for what transpired.
Henry’s windup and toss ends up burying the ball 12 inches from his right foot and 18 inches from the 2-foot bunker berm. Ninja manages to hit a nice sand wedge out about 20 yards, still potentially in position to take home Colin’s money. Unfortunately, his next shot finds the gunch to the right of the cart path. Only a chip-in can save Ninja now.
I’m not sure what happened next. Some theorists claim DB was unnerved by Ninja’s knack to make shots. Others claim it was the wind. From my vantage point in front of the green and 6 feet away, Douchebag did his best impersonation of Hughie Jenkins and was hit by Ninja’s ball. A ball, mind you, that was struck smoothly and with precision by Ninja.
In any case, Colin flops like a gaffed fish onto the ground, the ball never made it to the green, and Ninja was out his $$$.
