Numb Events 2000

PRE-NUMB-TUAL GOLF TOURNEY

Lead by the Secret Senator coming out of a temporary Numb retirement, our Numbies "struck out" (figuratively, as we are between seasons) for an afternoon of spirited golf play and spirits, under the guise of the pre-Numb-tual golf tournament for JT.

Not unlike the cast of the T.V. hit "Survivor", the Senator, Hannaman, the Hut, JT, the Quive, Big Eddy, the Timminator, Mr. Clean, new Joe, his boy, and some guy named John, set out to navigate the wild open spaces of the Davis Municipal golf course, armed with golf clubs, carts, libation, cigars, and a dangerous, almost socio-pathic, enthusiasm. The more hearty, set out on foot, (the Senator and the Timinator), while all the rest of us "wimpy poo-poo girlie men" opted for the luxury of ecologically sensitive, electric powered, conveyance (golf carts).

A combination of scoring methods peppered the fights, with some playing best-ball doubles, others playing straight golf, while still others played "Johnny-Golfball-Tree Seed" golf, littering the countryside with golfballs, intent unknown (we aren't certain how the scoring works in the last method, but hey....)

The best ball winners were JT and big Eddy, posting an 81 - and consuming one case of balls - for 18 holes. The Senator or (who-knows-where-he-came-from) John, led the "iron man" competition with a pretty reliable 90. No carts were lost, no riders dumped in the lake, and all the tooth brushes of the group remained safe (for now). Additionally, there were no eucalyptus tree loses, as the Timminator walked the course, and refused to try and "George-of-Jungle" a tree without mechanical assistance.

No one remembers a particular "Shot-of-the-Match", although the general assault on the trees lining the course was often a topic of discussion ("How can I be going backwards? Oh man, I'm f-a-r-t-h-e-r from the hole than when I tee'd off..!!!!")

Post golf activities were joined by Mikey-the-Webmaster and involved pizza, ouzo, and the requisite toast TO CONNIE!!!! After much merriment, reminiscence ("How come my toothbrush is always sticky after the Christmas party?") and comradery, JT requested temporary suspension of Numbmandment #9 for his wedding reception and proposed that first toast of the evening be "to Renny!" (for those uninformed, "Renny" is the Co-ed Numb knick name of his softball playing fiancée). The Numb Elders took it under advisement.

So, once well fed, and having been well played, the Numbies bid each other fond farewells, and limped off into the sunset.

A good time was had by all. A special thanks to the Senator for planning and Coach Eddy for funding.

VEGAS

Numb survived Vegas for JT's kind-of-bachelor party. Pehaps someday, after the wedding, Jay will update the site and tell of the wonders seen in the exotic land. Until then, you'll have to read about the preparations here

SPRING 2000...

With the smell of fresh cut lawns, the warm beating sun,.... must be time for...NUMB BALL!!!!

Welcome to NUMB IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM.

Numb is looking toward the new season with eager antici-PA-sion.

Our first, last, and only scheduled practice went off without a hitch, other than the fact that only a couple of Numbites showed. But in the true spirit of cross-generational sharing and sport, the Numbies started out this seasonal practice with...a practice game...against the Blue Meaniees of the Davis Girls Youth Softball minor league (sure they are 10 to 12 year olds, but they DO have uniforms, so don't be feeling sorry for them...). JT, the Hut, Scary Steve, and Big Dog (have we dropped that name for Webmaster Mike yet? I guess not!) took the field in pained fashion and politely let the girls bat first. Bad move. Our boys went into deficit right from the get go. A few innings of spirited play later, no one knew, nor cared, about the score...(cause I think we got a bag of whoopass dumped on us, but oh well...)

Numb then collected Coach Eddy and went to the batting cages where there weren't many proud moments ("Haven't you guy's been to the cages yet???!!!"). Sigh. Spring.

Then joined by the slacking Quiver, Numb traversed Interstate 80 (looking both ways before crossing the overpass, and slowing near Toad Hollow) to Sudwerks, where they were able to shine through a couple rounds of beer and appetizers

Ha. Let's see those young kids do that!!

Numb in the Millennia. It has begun.

JT