SATURDAY JULY 9 th 2011
NOON REGISTRATION WITH A 1:00 PM SHOT GUN START
SYCAMORE HILLS GOLF CLUB
48787 North Avenue, Macomb, Michigan 48042
$150.00 PER MAN DON'T MISS OUT !!!
FOOD, REFRESHMENTS, RAFFLES AND FUN
STAY TUNED FOR 2012 DATES
TO THE MICHIGAN STING HOCKEY CLUB;
BOARD, OBSERVERS & CLUB MEMBERS
GOLF OUTING
SYCAMORE HILLS GOLF CLUB
SATURDAY JULY 9th 2011
1:00 PM
SHOT GUN START
GOLF OUTING CHAIRMAN;
MR. TERRY BOYETTE
248 298 2900
"By George
It's a golf outing!"
This fundraiser IS NOT a one person job.
Your assistance is required.
This fundraiser is an important and critical event for our club as it is the biggest income producer of which proceeds flow directly back to our players and our foundation. It is an event that requires assistants and support from our club members. You can help by promoting this event within the Michigan Sting Hockey Club as well as outside the club. Sponsors, prizes and participation are all required. Non-Golfers are also welcome to support the event by attending the post golf dinner to enjoy the comaeraderie of other attending colleagues.
WITH YOUR HELP . . .
WE MADE OUR 2011 OUTING THE BEST !!!
"THE LITTLE FREAKIN' BALL
In My Hand I Hold A Ball, White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
Oh How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By Its Size I Could Not Guess, The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell, I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same, Since I Chose To Play This Crazy Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End, A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry, And Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par, If I Hit It Straight And Hit It Far.
To Master Such A Tiny Ball, Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses, And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies, And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim, To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land, It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul, If Only It Would Find The Hole.
It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup, And Swear That I Will Give It Up.