LEGISLATIVE GOLF, GEORGE PATTON, AND GOOD WEATHER
Sports can be divisive. Yankees vs. Red Sox. Michigan vs. Ohio
State. El Salvador vs. Honduras.
What?
Yup.
These two countries went to war in 1969 after El Salvador beat Honduras 3-2 in
a FIFA World Cup (soccer) qualifier.
Then
there was that preseason NFL game in San Francisco. After the 49ers hosted the
Oakland Raiders, football “fans” got into some parking lot fights and several
people were shot.
But
sports can also bring folks together. Like when our USA Olympic ice hockey team
beat the Soviets in 1980. That “Miracle on Ice” truly united Americans—from
Maine to California to maybe even Hawaii!
A
local example of sports bringing people together occurred on June 26 when
Loudon Country Club hosted the Legislative Golf Classic. This “scramble” event
brought together Republicans, Democrats, libertarians, vegetarians, males,
females, friends, relatives, lobbyists, good golfers, bad golfers, young golfers,
and older golfers. One participant even celebrated his 90th birthday
at LCC.
The
golf event was a charity fund-raiser for Manchester’s Liberty House, which
supports homeless and transitioning military veterans. I was happy to be on the
event planning team as well as on a golf team—the Legislative Beer Caucus
Founders.
As a
former sports management professor, I know there are many crucial parts to
these fundraisers. Numerous people must tend to many aspects including player/sponsor
solicitations, publicity, registrations, goodie bags, signage, raffles, and
contest monitoring. Someone must watch the Hole-in-One competition to document
any aces worth $20,000. (Before buying clubhouse drinks for all.) And someone must
supervise the all-important traveling beer cart and the all-important Beer Cart
Girl.
(One
may wonder why there are never Beer Cart Guys. And one can probably figure out
why.)
Fortunately,
LCC had the extremely capable Alina in charge of the extremely important
traveling beer cart.
But
there is one variable that even the best planners in the golf world struggle
with.
The
weather.
Ten
days out I woke up and the first thing I did was check was the 10-day forecast.
There was a 90% chance of precipitation on June 26. A couple days later an 80%
chance. A couple days later there was a projected 100% chance of precipitation.
My heart sank. It rained on a different golf scramble at LCC on June 24. The
two-day forecast called for more rain on June 26.
Even
the best golf planners can’t control the weather. Or can they?
I recalled
that General George Patton summoned a chaplain during the darkest days of the
Battle of the Bulge in 1944 and ordered him to come up with a prayer that would
bring good weather for air support. Father James O’Neill was the chaplain who
answered the call, and he wrote a beautifully solemn entreaty asking the
Almighty to “restrain these immoderate rains with which we have had to
contend.”
The
skies cleared and the battle was won.
So, a
la Father O’Neill, I offered up a weather prayer. I acknowledged that there
were folks facing more dire situations than our scramble golfers. Certainly,
the suffering people in Ukraine rated more divine intervention than our
legislative linksters. But we wanted to bring folks of different political
persuasions together to raise money for the homeless! I ultimately left things
in the hands of the Great Greenskeeper in the Sky.
I
awoke early on June 26 and looked out the window. It was cloudy but dry. And it
stayed dry through the morning and into the afternoon, as Republicans and
Democrats laughed it up, hitting golf balls up and down the hills of Loudon
Country Club.
My
foursome encountered the extremely capable Alina and the extremely important
traveling beer cart at least four times in five hours. And we all hit at least
a few good shots. Such fun.
And
it stayed dry for the post-golf social, where Democrats and Republicans
literally and figuratively embraced and laughed it up. We’d raised around
$20,000—along with a few libations. After the final award was given, the
legislative linksters headed for their cars when suddenly the heavens burst
forth with heavy rain.
Perfect
timing.
Somehow,
I think Father O’Neill was watching from somewhere.
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