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Scrambled Glory

July 1, 2005

POTTSVILLE, PA — Jim Campbell.  Jean Dore.  Scott Miller.  Chet Munksgard.  These are the names of greatness.  These are the names of the four men who won the 2005 4-Man Scramble, and which are names of hallowed legend.  For nine holes, these men were at the top of their game; six holes at even par, and three holes at under par, featuring two eagles and a birdie, at the unforgiving Mountain Valley Golf Course in Mahanoy City, PA.

?We were incredibly focused; it was as if our bodies were possessed by the golfing gods themselves,? remarked a stoic Scott Miller.  ?No amount of beer could deter us from our destiny.  As a matter of fact, we think it helped us achieve a monumental score that mere sober men could never equal,? added Chet Munksgard.  

When asked to describe what he felt during the round, a teary-eyed Jim Campbell said with gut-wrenching emotion: ?It was as if Ty Webb was whispering in my ear, ?Be the ball, Jimmy?Be?the ball??and I was?I really understood how to be the ball.  I could feel myself getting whacked upside the head, taking flight, landing ever so softly on the green?it was so beautiful, so incredible??, added Campbell.  He was too overtaken with passion to continue.  

The group birdied the long Par 3 Pine #3, eagled Pine #6, lipped out a birdie chance at Pine #7, eagled Pine #8.  It was clear that destiny had arrived for the four young players.

Jean Dore consoled Campbell and summed up the moment by saying: ?There will never be another round of golf that four guys will ever enjoy like that again, and be so connected at the same time.  There was magic on that course that incredible Friday afternoon.  May no woman ever spoil it; nor any tedious workplace ever force us to forget it.  It was truly?paradise.  I am complete now; we were one with golf,? said Dore.

Without question, this round of golf surely must have been nectar from the golf gods.  It will go down in Spackler Legend as a moment in time that was captured and experienced by four average men who, for one splendid Friday afternoon in June, outplayed the best that the Carl Spackler Open Championship had to offer.  A moment which will be remembered as Scrambled Glory.