Though we were not completely whole, shamed and humiliated to be left alone, and warranted only a glance in the club, we still made history without Brimble in the truly luxurious Cabo golfing establishments. Maybe a second home one day…

The third installment of this turned out to be somewhat like the Seven Dwarfs. Doc made a point of a chiropractor appointment in our first Annual Meeting, leaving us grumpy and sleepy. Lenny made us sneezy with the allergies to his hyperbole in the desert. And hopefully every caddy we have in the future is too bashful to have the fucking balls to approach us in the parking lot for money. Nonetheless, we made a happy trip with a sleepy return home.