I'm back in bone-cold New York City, fresh from Ambush #12 in Nevada where I met up with Chris Cressler and his crew. I surprised them at Royal Links in Las Vegas before we made the 80-mile drive (a posted 75 mph speed limit) to the middle-of-nowhere-Mesquite. With the exception of Fred Funk, it's the straightest drive in golf. And if I were trying to find a witness in the witness protection program, I'd start where I just came from.
That being said, Cressler organized and led his friends from St. Louis on their inaugural buddies trip on the week of the inauguration to the Eureka Hotel because they could get good golf for not a lot of cash. In the April issue of Golf Digest read about where this group played, more about where they stayed, crappy dice rolls by men with swollen ankles in floral skirts using pink golf balls and an interesting spin to the betting game they called "wolf."
--Matty G. *
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