Welcome to the Men's Stag Night 2019 Season

Sep 6, 2019 | Posted by Pro Shop

Playoffs?!? You Talkin' Bout Playoffs???

     You heard the man... It's time to grow your beards cause we're headin’ to the Post Season!  How does it all work, you ask?  Well, this nifty Q & A that should explain it perfectly;

League Playoffs  -  Q & A

Q: What is the format?

A: The format of our Playoffs is similar to the FedExCup format, yet is still accompanied by the participation points.  Simply stated, each team competes against the other teams for a piece of the weekly purse, which is represented by points.  The lower your team's score, the more points your team will earn for that particular week.


Q: What happens to the points my team earned during the regular season?

A: Teams will start the playoffs with the same number of points they accumulated during the Regular Season.


Q: How are the points distributed during the playoffs?

Position Week One Week Two Week Three
1st 23 29 36
2nd 20 25 31
3rd 17 21 27
4th 14 18 22
5th 11 14 17
6th 8 10 13
7th 5 6 8
8th 2 3 3


Q: Will participation still count?

A: Absolutely! Participation Points will be added to the Performance Points listed above.


Q: What does it all mean, man?

A: The team in 1st place at the conclusion of the playoffs will be our Stag Night Champions!  A distinction that admittedly carries little weight out in the real world.  Beyond that, not a whole hell of a lot.


Q: How long will the playoffs run?

A: The playoffs will run for three weeks - Wednesday September 11th, Wednesday September 18th and Wednesday September 25th.


That is all,


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Aug 21, 2019 | Posted by Jeff Roy

Life Lesson – Sit Down and Deal

As this big blue planet we call home travels at 110,000 kilometers per hour around the sun I ask myself, “how come we don’t fly off?” I pondered that question for several minutes after eating my third banana popsicle here at the hospital and I think I found the answer. It is because of the relationships we form with those around us on our journey around the sun. Relationships are the glue that connect us and keep us grounded.  No pun intended. 

While my body is doing its best to kick out the infection that has invaded it (without my permission I might add) and I watch each day pass by in slow motion I have become eternally grateful to my roommates. So far, they have been my saving grace if you will. On my first day here while laying in what felt like solitary confinement the nurses wheeled in Gary. To meet Gary is to love Gary. He was in far worse shape than me and yet he always found time to talk and offer an encouraging word. (albeit through the magic curtain-we are three beds in a two-bedroom room) As introductions were being made and the usual banter exchanged it was revealed that we know a lot of the same people. As he inquired if I knew his cousin, my reply was “I not only know him, I took his father to Florida to play in a Pro-Am!” That would make him his uncle. Gary was just like his uncle “Red”, no holds bar, set’em up and let’s go, fun times they be awaiting.

I told Gary that his uncle taught me one of the best lessons in life while on that trip to Florida. To this day it has had a profound influence on how I see the world.

The story unfolds by first saying Gary’s uncle “Red” did not like to fly so I obliged in driving him there and back. No problem I have made the trip many a times and two days in a car with someone you really get to know him. I was looking forward to the drive.

As it turned out we had two foursomes playing and each foursome had their own condo unit, but in the evening, we joined forces to have dinner and play some cards. Euchre was the game of choice. As the youngest participant at the table I was in for a whole lot of learning if I was willing to listen. My Dad used to tell me we learn from the young because they have no fear, and from our seniors since they have won, lost and loved.

The 8 crazy Canadian golfers struggling under the pressures of tournament golf turned to cards once again to pass the time. All was going well until one of the 8 suggested we stop playing cards and all head to the local “Ballet” for some Southern cultural refinement. To which Red replied, “shut up and deal.” The question was posed at least a half dozen times and each time the reply was the same, “sit down and deal!”

The young can be foolish at times, and this was one of those times. You must applaud his tenacity; he was relentless in his pursuit of some “Southern Exposer.” (the name of said individual shall remain nameless since he still walks among us and has himself waxed wise albeit 35+ years later) 

Time was marching on that evening and with it so was Red’s patience. Catching everyone by surprise, Red cracked down on the table with a thunderous sound. When he had everyone’s attention, he declared the following with as much gusto and seriousness as a bear whose paw was caught in an evil trap, “listen, you may learn something! Just imagine you are stranded and lost in the Sahara Desert for two weeks before you’re finally being rescued. Everyone is so excited for your return, they put on a wonderful feast. Cold beer, ribeye steaks with all the trimmings and mouth-watering desserts to complete your long overdue meal. You’re so hungry you can barely make it to the table. Then you realize it’s all an illusion, a mirage. You can only look at it and nothing else. Makes no sense. A waste of time. “Now sit down and deal!”

One truly never knows when one will be afforded knowledge from those who have traveled along the distant roads of life, but when the lessons are presented, one must be prepared to receive it. And once received, act upon its wisdom.


Frieism; to many people mix cash with class, the two could not be further apart


Aug 14, 2019 | Posted by Jeff Roy

You never Know Until You Ask

Even in my condition the family insisted that a wheelchair be secured to push me around, so I could enjoy the tradition of Canal Days. And as usual the weather was perfect and having the whole family in town to celebrate was an all-around super time. 

But I have always wanted to put this story to print since it is one that if I was not party to it, I may not have believed it. It’s a cute story that has its origins at golf course not far from here. 

You see we combined the Canada Day and Independence Day celebrations together and had our fireworks scheduled for July 2nd each year. Fireworks night was a production unto itself. The Clubhouse would handle 500 plus for dinner inside and outside there was twice as many at the BBQ’s, rides and games for the kids. One of the more colourful attractions for the kids was “live” pig racing. I have tried my best to figure if you could have anything but “live” Pig racing. What would “dead” pig racing look like, just saying. 

The story is that one year when the festivities were in full swing around 7:30 p.m. I was summoned from my duties with the firework crew to answer an inquiry from a super nice elderly lady partaking of the evening surrounded by her family and friends. Her inquiry has stayed with me and comes to the forefront of my mind each time I witness the beauty of a firework display coloured against a dark night sky. 

When I made my way to meet up with our wonderful Food and Beverage Manager who took me over to this nice lady to confirm that what he had been asked was indeed a sincere request. 

It went something like “O’ what a lovely evening gentleman. Would it be possible for you to accommodate an 86-year-old lady and set off the fireworks at 8:00 p.m.? You see I go to bed at 9:00 and I am told that the show will not start until 10:00? Any chance you could move them to 8:00? It would be greatly appreciated.” 

We did what any good management team would do. We evaluated the request against the other 1,500 attendees, and then we politely told her that setting off fireworks in total daylight would lessen the experiences for the others who wish to view them against a dark sky. 

She understood our dilemma and politely thanked us for our consideration and then said, “O well you never know until you ask.” 

Now in the immortal words of Paul Harvey for the rest of the story. This same lady was one of the last people seen leaving the clubhouse bar around midnight. So much for an early bedtime, but I can attest she did have a very good time by all indications. 




Jul 24, 2019 | Posted by Jeff Roy

There is no Cure

“O six iron, six iron! Wherefore art thou six iron?” It worked for Shakespeare, why not here as well. One can have as much love for a six iron as for any other club in one’s bag. 

This somewhat strange beginning is my way of setting up a recurring predicament that affects every golfer on planet earth and if golf existed on other plants, I am sure this same phenomenon will plague them there as well. 

An epidemic so cruel that is has caused grown adults to seek professional help. It is what I call “Golfers Amnesia” and no golfer is immune to it. Every golf will suffer from this debilitating malady at sometime over the course of his/her life. 

The condition begins to show signs at first in the most subtle of ways. An unsuspecting golfer will call out to his playing partners, “Eh, anyone seen my pitching wedge? I am sure I used it on hole 7.” The usual reply comes back, “Nope, haven’t seen it. You sure you had it?” 

This then begins the scary amnesia part. The would-be golfer will forget about the game at hand and start rummaging through grey cells to come up with the missing PW. 

We have all experienced such brain cramps at times, and we can relate, but what I am about to reveal is the highly classified cure or antidote. I could lose my license to golf if it was discovered I shared this you. So just between us, okay. 

When “Golfers Amnesia” begins to set in here are some known cures; 1) check the golf bag of the player you are sharing a golf cart with. 50% of lost clubs end up there either by mistake or through cunning shrewdness of our wily opponent. 2.) yes retrace your steps back to earlier holes 3.) call upon the closest Sinister Minister to perform the last rights on the club and move on. 

I saw one of the worse cases of “Golfers Amnesia” in the history of the game. The story goes like this. An accomplished golfer and all-around great guy bought a new set of Lynx clubs. (yes, Lynx clubs, don’t laugh that’s how old this story is) Well this gentleman was signed up to play in a 3-day member-guest event. 

One the first day he comes into the shop looking for his 6 iron. No luck. We search high and low. We put out a BOLO on the missing 6 iron. I lent the member a 6 iron from the golf shop. We continued to ask around each day and night of the competition to try to recover the wayward club. To no such luck, gone without a trace. The tournament ended, and 5 months later so did the season. Still, no 6 iron. 

A new season begins, and no one has spotted the missing 6 iron. I even had the ponds searched by the divers who were in collecting balls submerged to their watery graves. No luck. 

Now season number 3 begins and this good member minus his 6 iron comes in and re-orders another new set of Lynx clubs. A complete set once again arrives, and he is thrilled. 

Now fast-forward a few weeks and while sitting in my office a rather well tanned fellow appears at my desk and asks, “Do you have a Stanley Hunggwell as a member here?” (The name has been changed to protect the innocent) 

I relied, that we did have a member who goes by that name, “Why do you ask?” 

And this was his honest reply, “well you see I played here as a guest a couple of years ago in your 3-day member-guest tournament, and I somehow ended up with Stanley’s 6 iron. I found it on the range before the first round and forgot to turn it in. it stayed in my bag until I returned home to Florida. Then I put in my garage for safe keeping, knowing that one day I maybe asked to come back here to play. Here I am and here is Stanley’s 6 iron.” Wait for it the best part is coming when he declared with a straight face, “I hope he wasn’t put out in any way? I knew it was his club since it had his name, address and phone number on the label below the grip. I would feel just awful if he was inconvenienced in any way” 

And with that he handed the once lost 6 iron and left the office. I called the member to inform him of the circumstances of his long-lost 6 iron. His only reply was, “well I now have a traveling set of Lynx irons, go figure.” 

There you have it “Golfers Amnesia” lives on in the hearts and bodies of all who play the game. There is no known cure. 




Frieism: a club lost early in an 18-hole round is less likely to be turned in then a club left on one of the finishing holes. That’s a fact? 


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Money List
Pos. Name Winnings
1 Pat Young $67.58
2 Ron Lindhorst $66.91
3 Keith Huntingdon $57.25
4 Jeff Airhardt $55.41
5 Bob Beck $51
6 Ed Bogucki $44.5
7 Tom Moffatt $36.75
8 Bob Benner $33.83
9 Kevin Hopkins $32.75
10 Colin Krueger $32
11 Ted Kicinski $31.5
12 George Cooper $29.89
13 Larry Layne $29.17
14 Doug Steers $28.33
15 Michael Behm $26.66
16 Bryan Foebel $26.16
17 Mark Hardy $25.5
18 Joe Biamonte $24.96
19 Chris Rivando $24.83
20 Kent Sauder $23.5
21 Stan Sigut $23
22 Bob Desjardins $21.5
23 Fred Moreau $21.25
24 Peter Rivando $21
25 David Hoover $16.5
26 Luke Nieuwland $12.75
27 Brian Friedlein $12.5
28 Roger Arsenault $12.33
29 Rick Heywood $11.83
30 Mike Boulard $11.75
T31 Asger Skrubbeltrang $11.25
T31 Lou Nieuwland $11.25
33 David Drummond $10.75
34 Dave Humber $9.83
35 Brian Pye $8.66
36 Gary Rodgers $8.33
T37 Gord Tellier $7.67
T37 Paul Putney $7.67
39 Bryan Hilborn $7.33
40 Ron Lee $5.66
41 Barrie Wilson $5.33
T42 John Sider $4.83
T42 Randy Mackay $4.83
T42 Randy Kovacs $4.83
45 Dave Benner $4.67
46 Steve Mester $2.75
47 Sunny Tutti $2.4
T48 Sid Dillon $0
T48 Paul Frost $0
T48 Kevin Dobbs $0
T48 Ken Burke Sr. $0
T48 Rick Desjardins $0
T48 Art Cunningham $0
T48 Phil Clough $0
T48 John Carbone $0
T48 Carmine Guadagno $0
T48 Jeff Galipeau $0
T48 Dean Miller $0
T48 Kevin Hall $0
T48 Jim Hollingshead $0
T48 Michael Ker $0
T48 Andy Lafleur $0
T48 Darryl MacMicken $0
T48 Gary Pinelli $0
T48 John Pool $0
T48 Wayne Power $0
T48 Marty Smits $0
T48 Jim Teal $0
T48 Dennis VanBrussel $0
T48 Roger Beck $0
Total Payout $1030.93