A Letter From Our Champions

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Eduardo Molinari once said, “when a golf course knows it’s about to get destroyed, it will deploy all of its power and resources to protect it”.

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 9:12 am on April 4th at Sapelo Hammock Golf Course a cool fog moved effortlessly over the wild marshlands. The Nats were buzzin like a scene out of the book of exodus and the Alligators were out looking for unsuspecting pray. As our fearless leader Andrew Davis ripped the inaugural first drive... the 2019 BMI had officially kicked off

There weren’t too many examples of our team feeling like we were about to do something special in the early part of the round. Hole number 3 we needed a clutch Joey P drive just to stay alive on our tee shot after our first 3 went in the water. Going into hole 9 we were mixed near the top of the leaderboard, but we were about to go on a run that will live on for years to come. A Joey P hybrid from 225 out followed by JFlo’s Eagle putt on 9 sent roars echoing through the course and put the wind under our wings to push us through the rest of the round. Not even a dead golf cart on hole 11 could slow us down as we began to roll in birdie putt after birdie putt.

Dean was pin seeking and giving our team the perfect lines, Pecca was smashing drives, Joey P was locked in with his hybrid and putter, and JFlo was rolling in putts all over the place.  As we approached the tee box on 17 coming out of the blurry haze of birdies, we put on the last 9 holes we knew we were close. The storm clouds were rolling in and Pecca stuck our only ball on the island green. Dean watched our first 3 putts narrowly miss, and after a quick study of the green, he rolled in our last putt from 50 ft out.  Finally, we knew then and there that it was over, and no one could catch us. The weight off our shoulders was lifted as we screamed and tackled our captain. All the emotion and nervous energy we were trying to hold in to maintain our composure on the back nine came pouring out. On the 18th tee box, we hugged and celebrated while taking a step back to appreciate the run that we were in. We finished off the 18th with a calm and carefree birdie as our BMI companions welcomed us with a standing ovation.

 

These are the memories we will always cherish and hold dear to us. BMI’s will come and go, and our teams will constantly change, but the 2019 Putt Pirates will always live on.

 

The 2020 BMI is vastly approaching, and glory is once again on the horizon. 2020 is a special year, and everyone wants to win it. Especially Matho so he can ink a year on an otherwise empty canvas. The playing field is only getting stronger, and the champion's dinner is set to be something out of this world… not something you’ll want to miss unless you happen to have a "Roaring 20’s" themed party you’d rather attend.