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Cowabunga Lament

Ain't no sunshine and it's gone
In the rain it goes away
Ain't no sunshine and it's gone
And our lives are not okay
Today there's no croquet
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Fourth of July TOC (Tournament of Cowabungas)

Wilson Park was the venue of a lengthy round of croquet today. The Wilson Park course was challenging in its mounded unevenness, gravel, plus shrub and tree debris. It was fast and unforgiving, and quite hard on the balls. Shots were deflected, suffocated by the rough, often  bounding upward. To illustrate the unusual nature of the Wilson Park course, the following conversation was overheard, "Where'd my ball go? It's down the hill to the left of the poop shed in the vines. Be careful."
Hosted by the southside contingent of the Club, Wilson Park is the polar opposite of the fabulous, Sunset Magazine centerfold, incomparable northside course. Surferino, Mr. Wicket, Leftie and Mallethead all became poison. Sticky Wicket and Wick O'Shay brexited early.  Despite the challenging conditions and without a single beer ingested, Mr. Wicket eliminated Mallethead to win the round and hoist a Pacifico. Appetizers, fine wines and beers, and a barbecued steelhead dinner with many tasty side dishes plus desserts followed the game. June and July birthdays were toasted, as were some Cowabungas. An Argentinian Malbec was sampled and rated. Sticky Wicket surprised all by donning a fashionable, well-fitting SPF-rated fishing shirt. It was a great, fulfilling  and satisfying day in the southland today.