FROM THE DESK OF THE CEO In 1988, hair was mullet-like long and drives were short (bad

equipment, of course). The Clarkston crew still was in or just leaving high school. The Brandon boys - elementary school. Our journalist V.P.could not even spell "bogey." A weekend getaway hacked itself into an annual that will hit two decades this summer (that's 20 years for you slower ones). A mix of liquor and cola, beer and ice, friends and family make up this dysfunctional outing. I wish I had all of the years on film. Well on second thought, probably not a good thing. We all have our favorite memories, but this ain't the place to print them! Much has changed through the years, so let's go with what's stayed the same. Shit talkin', hazed golf, alcohol, peanuts, JZA rules and regulations only one degenerate knows and pretends to remember and ecite, "grown" men being boys for a few days, a shirt, braggin' rights and mostly the FUN. Ya'll know you are what makes the JZA. Thank You!! Thank You!! If you want to send P.A. your favorite stories, maybe he can do something journalistic with them, he is edumacated! E-mail him at vp@jzagolf.com

19th Annual Recap: 'Twas the night before the 19th JZA and all the golfers couldn't wait, to start acting like teenage boys and being in a threeday intoxicated state. The golf clubs got packed and some of them flown, during the drive up, no surprise O's ass hung out the window at Stone. While at Friday's pre-round at the Elk Ridge course, one of the carts just stopped working (at no fault of the JZA boys, of sorts). On to the resort and back to Garland for a bit, far away from Crystal Mountain's bitch ass, that lousy piece of shit. Even with the absence of T-Roy and a campfire, the deck chairs quickly became nothing to admire. Was it Turbo who shot two birdies, got two skins and ends up with a 114? Better yet, who had mistaken Hay-son as being part of the valet scene? On to the winners of the second a n n u a l brag flag, congratulations to Boom, D and Blane is it still the "fag flag?" Later that evening the real games began, with some oneclub and an impromptu backyard football

game on the Fountains # 10. Who can forget Blane's now-infamous tittie sweat, wonder if getting cut off last year still has him upset? For some reason Hay-son said his group doesn't talk about the 10th hole, and did someone hit a squirrel on #16 when on a roll? From a scramble team that came in with two double bogeys to stickball with a golf club as a new sport, Otown left some skid marks at the turn, and for once it wasn't in his shorts. But the champions came through, a day-after repeat for two. Later the Crown Royal was passed around, and the three shirt winners - Boom, D and Sweetie - took the final swig downtown. They were challenged at the end by two brother Zube's, but the real challenge was playing after O's full moon. The "garbage night" was full of leftover alcohol, but the shock really came when G's ape side came out during stickball revealing nearly all. As you continue to sober up from the 19th JZA and the memory fades, look forward to next June to celebrate two straight decades!