The Digital Imaging Association’s Annual Golf Tournament for 2017 will take place Thursday, June 15 at the St. Andrew’s Valley Golf Club, located at 368 St. Johns Sideroad East in Aurora, Ontario. Registration will begin at noon and a practice session, Titlest workshop, and driving range will be available any time after 11:30 am. There’ll be a 1:30 pm shotgun start in a foursome team scramble format.
A buffet dinner of roast beef and chicken will be served at 6:30 pm. Cost is $210 per golfer and includes cart per twosome, sign-in gift, golf and dinner. Awards will include a lucky draw prize as well as prizes for the longest drive, closest to the pin and best overall score. There will also be a putting contest and a hole-in-one prize of $10,000 cash sponsored by KBA.
Spaces are limited, so please register today by contacting Marg Macleod at email@example.com or call (416) 254-4941.
(Editor’s note: To all brave individuals who have pushed the limits of skill and patience by becoming golfers, I humbly present to you this edited poem. Enjoy the tournament!)
FOR THE LOVE OF GOLF
In my hand I hold a ball, white and dimpled, rather small.
Oh how harmless it does appear, that innocent-looking little sphere.
By its size I could not guess, the awesome power it does possess.
But since I fell beneath its spell, I’ve been put through sports hell.
And my life hasn’t been the same, since I chose to play this crazy game.
It rules my mind for hours on end, and a fortune it has made me spend.
It has made me curse and seethe and cry, and hate myself and want to die.
It promises me a well-earned par, if I can hit it straight and very far.
To master such a tiny ball, should not be very hard at all.
But my desires the ball often refuses, as it does exactly as it chooses.
It hooks and slices and dribbles and dies, or disappears before my eyes.
With miles of grass on which to land, it finds that tiny patch of sand.
I realize that I should enjoy other pastimes and ease my sorrow.
But that damn ball somehow knows that I’ll be back tomorrow.