The Waverly News: Spring, 1996 - Volume III, Issue IV Greenwich, CT
The Waverly News: Spring, 1996 - Volume III, Issue IV Greenwich, CT
Fri., 5/17 7:00 am - 7:40 am Alarm, room service, Stoli Bloody Marys, shower.
7:45 am - 8:30 am Mammoth grunt while reading Penthouse Forum.
9:00 am Limos arrive for trip to Pinehurst #2, site of 2nd round.
10:00 am - 12:00 pm Front nine. Lunch: Jumbo Tiger shrimp and gourmet salad, Dewars & soda.
1:00 pm - 3:00 pm Back nine. Shit, shower, shave, full massage.
5:30 pm - 7:30 pm Dinner in private dining room: Fettucine alfredo, Bombay Sapphire martini.
7:30 pm - 8:30 pm Limos returns to Chapel Hill Four Seasons. After dinner drinks.
10:00 pm Lights out.
Stocks To Watch
Market 12/14/95 04/05/96 Comments
IBM NYSE $94.500 $114.875 Hold - Broad tech stock correction taking place.
Loral NYSE $34.875 $ 47.125 Hold - Politically sensitive now, no budget yet.
Presstek Nasdaq $90.500 $114.500 Buy - Check your Summer, 1995 Newsletter price!!
Although it’s an election year, one veteran Waverly stock tipster predicts a stock market crash in 1996. It's against this
newsletter's policy to divulge sources without permission, so let's just say this shit merchant and Danny DeVito would see "eye to
eye" on this issue.
First 27 8:30 am Governors Club $85 A classy joint, pricey, but well worth it.
Third 18 12:50 pm The Nuese $40 Gotta love that name, bring your own rope.
Sadly, using the paddles on Dean to revive him after that record +52 proved to be too much. He went under the knife for back
surgery in February and will miss this year’s tournament. Our ever sympathetic Commish has granted Crash-N-Burn a medical
leave and we are confident he will return in 1997. In the meanwhile, we wish Dean all the best during his recovery, we’ll leave the
light on for you Deano.
Finally, three new Waverly descendants will be joining the world. The Bull, Razor and Iceman spent time doing the “Nasty" during
the recent long, cold winter and are now expecting. Congratulations.
Piss Me Off
Doesn't it just get your Irish up when:
- Vinny Bag-a-Donuts, wearing a tank-top, playing in the group ahead of you, and already holding up play, circles back looking for
a lost club.
- Your partner, who is playing worse than you, insists on giving you a lesson on the course and then to top it off, runs out of balls on
the front nine.
- A player carries $2,000 worth of clubs, but never has a tee to his name.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone playing, I can pilot
bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I master computer
software in one hour. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.
Using a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of
ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Yankees and Canadiens. I am subject of numerous
documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after
work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, a shrewd investor, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line
of corduroy golf wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won
weekend passes.
Last summer I toured Vermont with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I referee hockey. I run the mile in under 4
minutes. I bat 400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in
one day and still had time to refurbish my entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the
supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair.
While on vacation in Ireland, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do
not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full contact origami.
Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a
mouli and toaster oven. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and
spelling bees at the Kremlin.
I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, I have flown jet fighters, and I have spoken with Elvis.
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But I have yet to win the Waverly Invitational.
It's that time of year again. Safe travel, have fun, enjoy the moment. Looking forward to it.