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Dear readers, in the hallowed world of country club membership, few things induce more terror than the sight of club stationery in your mailbox. That cream-colored envelope with the embossed gold crest doesn't just contain correspondence—it carries judgment.

Every member lives in fear of The Letter, that formal notice informing you that you've crossed some invisible line of decorum that separates the merely eccentric from the utterly unacceptable. It rarely arrives without warning. First come the whispers in the locker room, followed by the sudden silence when you enter the grill room, culminating in the membership director's too-bright smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. By the time that envelope appears, your reputation has already taken the walk of shame ahead of you.

Today, we bring you three spectacular examples of club correspondence that had members contemplating the suddenly appealing simplicity of municipal golf. Consider this both entertainment and education—a guide to what not to do unless you enjoy explaining to your spouse why your $50,000 initiation fee just purchased you exclusive access to watching the Golf Channel from your living room.

1. The Practice Ball Predicament

When a "PRACTICE" stamp becomes a scarlet letter

THE SETUP:

Some infractions are subtle. This was not one of them.

Ridgemont CC prides itself on having top-notch amenities, not the least of which are the ProV1s on the driving range. Unlike most clubs that use rock-hard range balls with the flight characteristics of a wiffle ball, Ridgemont stocks actual premium balls for its discerning members. However, at the time of this story, the club had noticed significant "shrinkage" on the range, despite the unmistakable PRACTICE stamp on each ball. Multiple stern emails had gone out to the membership with strict warnings about anyone caught pocketing these tempting projectiles.

THE INCIDENT:

Terrence M. (we’ll protect his full name, though his reputation enjoys no such shield) stood in the rough along the 7th fairway, eyeing what he believed was his Titleist 2. With the green 220 yards away and his playing partners watching, he gripped his 3-wood with the confidence of a man who’d recently upgraded his club membership but not his swing.

His ball launched magnificently - directly toward the foursome still putting. Among them stood Walter Pembroke, Club President and renowned stickler for decorum, who interrupted his putt to watch Terrence's projectile bounce fifteen feet from his wingtips. What followed was a slow-motion nightmare: Pembroke retrieving the ball, examining it with theatrical deliberation, then holding it aloft to display the unmistakable PRACTICE stamp to all witnesses.

THE LETTER:

"Dear Mr. [REDACTED],
It is the Board’s solemn duty to address three violations observed on May 14th:

• The misappropriation and on-course use of range property, specifically a ProV1 practice ball

• The reckless endangerment of fellow members by hitting into the group ahead

• The particularly poor judgment in selecting the Club President’s foursome as the target for points 1 and 2

Your membership privileges are suspended for 30 days, effective immediately. During this period of reflection, might we suggest practicing at the public facility across town - with your own balls.

Regards,
The Disciplinary Committee"

THE LESSON:

In club golf, as in life, it’s not the quality of your ball that defines you, but your ability to recognize which ones aren’t yours to hit.

2. The Goose Removal Specialist

When good intentions and bad training collide

THE SETUP:

Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear polos and make things much, much worse.

Sunset Valley's pristine greens had fallen victim to Canadian geese and their prodigious droppings. The putting surfaces, once rolling at a majestic 12 on the Stimpmeter, had become hazardous obstacle courses of avian deposits. Everyone agreed: the geese had to go, but the how remained contentious.

THE INCIDENT:

Gordon P. arrived for his 10:30 AM tee time with "Duke," his untrained border collie. "He’s a natural herder," Gordon assured the skeptical starter. "Works on my brother’s farm."

When informed that the Ladies' Championship was in progress, Gordon waved dismissively. "We’ll stay clear," he promised, unleashing Duke with a command that loosely translated to "clear those birds, boy!"

Duke, displaying all the training of a squirrel at a bird feeder, scattered geese across three holes before locking in on the championship’s lead foursome on the third green. As Duke barreled toward them, Meredith Kensington-Brooks, six-time club champion, backpedaled in her crisp white Loro Piana outfit, arms windmilling frantically before splashing spectacularly into the water hazard. The other three players, attempting to help, formed a human chain that quickly collapsed, sending all four Ladies' Committee officers into the pond in a synchronized display that one witness described as “Olympic-level falling with astonishing splash radius.”

THE LETTER:

"Dear Mr. [REDACTED],

While we share your frustration with our goose situation, your unauthorized wildlife management on May 23rd resulted in:

• Complete disruption of the Ladies’ Championship finals

• Four committee members, including our club champion, taking unscheduled water therapy

• $3,200 in ruined designer golf attire

• The first-ever mid-tournament cancellation in club history

Your playing privileges are suspended for 60 days. A personal apology to each affected player is required before reinstatement.

Regards,
The Committee"

THE LESSON:

At exclusive clubs, the only thing worse than an unsolved problem is an unauthorized solution that turns the Ladies' Championship into synchronized swimming.

3. The Cart Race Incident

When charity golf turns into NASCAR

THE SETUP:

Philanthropy and stupidity should never go hand in hand. Unfortunately, bourbon disagrees.

Glenmoor Ridge’s Annual Children’s Hospital Benefit Tournament is the club’s crown jewel - a prestigious event raising over $300,000 with corporate sponsors, celebrities, and PGA pros in attendance. For this single day each year, the course transforms from an exclusive sanctuary to a public showcase of philanthropy and prestige.

THE INCIDENT:

After the tournament but before the evening gala, longtime members Phillip T. and Harrison M. found themselves at the clubhouse bar, where an impromptu celebration had evolved beyond its typical decorum. Bourbon-fueled reminiscing about their college racing days led to a brilliant (read: terrible) idea.

Security cameras captured them commandeering two carts, tying neckties to the accelerators, and launching a race down the 18th fairway. Harrison’s cart veered dramatically into a greenside bunker, while Phillip’s continued its journey, jumping a decorative stone wall before splashing into the clubhouse koi pond - sending exotic fish and battery acid into an unhappy union.

THE LETTER:

"Dear Messrs. [REDACTED],

• Extensive damage to our 18th fairway requiring emergency repair

• Two destroyed tournament carts ($18,400)

• Traumatized koi requiring specialized veterinary intervention

Your restitution invoice totals $27,350. Memberships are suspended for 90 days, and you are permanently barred from Children’s Hospital Benefit committees.

Sincerely,
The Board"

THE LESSON:

The only appropriate race at a country club is for tee times - and even that should be conducted at a gentlemanly pace.

We hope you enjoyed this slightly different edition of CCC - see you next week!

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