I had a conflict in my very busy schedule for Saturday. You may recall from Thursday's post, that I am in charge on watching Sneedlet One while his mother is out of town and the lovely Mrs. Sneed is at her jobs. She has two jobs at the moment.
The conflict arose because several weeks ago I let Some Guy Named Bob talk me into playing in a golf tournament today. To be clear here, these are four-man team events. A collective effort. Since we have the Seafood King on our team, the remainder of us are mostly filler, hitting the occasional lucky shot. The Seafood King is the only one with golfing skills on the team. If I was in an actual tournament and had to rely on my golf skills, I would finish second to last, assuming Some Guy Named Bob played too.
Luckily for me, Son Sneed and Daughter-in-Law Sneed agreed to let Sneedlet One come to their house, to play with Sneedlet Two for the day. This freed me up to keep my important golf commitment.
Some Guy Named Bob is in charge of signing us up for these events. The tournaments are usually fund-raisers for local charities and groups. On any given Saturday, these events are taking place all over town. The cost ranges from a low of about $40 per person to over $100, depending on the profile of the cause. The higher-profile the cause, the more players participate and the higher the entry fee. Plus, the better the prize loot. Very often the big deal charities get very cool things as prizes from eager corporate sponsors.
Some Guy Named Bob has a lot of discretionary cash, so we have to have to put a dollar limit per tournament or he would bankrupt us. I only play occasionally, the other guys play every Saturday, so it gets expensive.
Apparently, Some Guy Named Bob got confused about what he was signing up for today. At various times he said it was for a local Catholic Church school fund, The Knights of Columbus Building Fund and some big Protestant Church Youth Outreach. Today was play golf for God day, it seems. Ironic, isn't it?
What Some Guy Named Bob actually signed us up for was a tiny tournament to benefit a teenie tiny African-American church. There was just four teams registered. I'm guessing that this was supposed to be a fund-raising/social event for the church and old Some Guy Named Bob crashed it.
The entry fee was $40 per person, so I figure at the outside they netted $320 from the entry fees, after they paid the golf course and before other expenses. I didn't see any evidence that they got any corporate sponsorship. I suspect that after buying four trophies for the winning team, they were lucky to net $250 from this deal. Maybe if you have a really small church, $250 is not bad. It seems like a lot of trouble to me.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
1 comment:
That was sad.
Post a Comment