The Tee Time Bribery Scandal

Dear readers, there are few commodities more precious at an exclusive club than a prime Saturday morning tee time. The golden hours between 7 and 9 AM separate the truly elite from the merely wealthy, the connected from the quietly seething. At a club we’ll call Bidmore Country Club, members believed these coveted slots were distributed through a fair rotation system. Well, they were half right - there was definitely a system.

For nearly six years, assistant manager David Chen (not his real name) operated the most sophisticated tee time auction in private club history. What members assumed was luck, timing, or simple favoritism was actually a carefully orchestrated marketplace where Saturday mornings sold to the highest bidder.

"It started innocently enough," confides our source, a former club employee. "David noticed certain members would slip him cash as a tip when a premium slot opened up. Pretty soon, he realized he wasn’t an assistant manager - he was a commodities broker, and tee times were currency."

The system was elegantly simple. Chen preserved the official fiction of first-come, first-served reservations while running shadow auctions through intermediaries. A canceled 8 AM slot wouldn't go to the next member on the list - it went to the highest bidder among those "coincidentally" contacted about the opening.

Each transaction came with an oath of silence. "This is just between us," Chen would say, making members complicit in their own exploitation. They couldn't compare notes without admitting they'd been paying bribes.

Winning bidders were notified of their victory in coded language. Members received calls about "last-minute cancellations," "computer glitches that freed up a spot," or Chen's personal favorite: "It appears the Golf Gods are shining on you today." Premium slots commanded $500 to $1,000 in cash, paid discreetly in the pro shop or Chen's office.

The club's social hierarchy quickly became irrelevant - this was about who could cough up the most cash. Dr. Richardson, who drove a modest Volvo and wore off-the-rack polos, consistently outbid flashier members because his dermatology practice generated serious cash flow. Meanwhile, tech executive Morrison, who everyone assumed was loaded, rarely won auctions - his startup equity looked impressive on paper but couldn't compete with Richardson's liquid assets.

Only retired judge Harold Brennan refused to play Chen’s game. His Saturday tee times drifted later and later until he was relegated to twilight rounds with the junior members. "Integrity has its price," he'd say, though everyone knew he was just cheap.

"David was playing three-dimensional chess," our source explains. "He knew who had real money versus who just looked wealthy. He also knew which members hated each other and would bid against each other purely out of spite."

The most revealing aspect wasn't the money, it was the desperation. Pillars of the community, captains of industry, civic leaders who preached integrity at charity dinners were secretly paying premiums to avoid Saturday afternoon tee times with the "wrong" crowd.

Chen's downfall arrived through the kind of ironic twist that country club legends are made of. During Memorial Day weekend 2019, he unknowingly triggered a bidding war between Margaret and Thomas Whitfield, a recently divorced couple whose split had been conducted with surgical precision to avoid public scandal.

Margaret, preparing to debut her new boyfriend to the club, desperately wanted the 8 AM slot to make the right impression. Thomas, equally desperate to avoid witnessing this particular social milestone, bid for the same time through his usual intermediary. Neither realized they were bidding against each other.

The price escalated beyond all reason. $2,000. $3,500. Finally, $5,000 for a single foursome. Chen, oblivious to the divorce, thought he was just fueling another petty rivalry.

Saturday morning arrived with both ex-spouses expecting "their" exclusive slot. The explosion was spectacular and public. Margaret's accusations of favoritism collided with Thomas's counter-accusations of corruption. Their very public meltdown in the pro shop revealed not only Chen's auction system but also the uncomfortable truth that both had been paying premiums for months specifically to avoid each other.

The investigation that followed exposed the full scope of Chen's operation. Financial records revealed he’d collected over $180,000 in six years, turning Saturday mornings into his personal slot machine. More embarrassing was discovering who had been paying what - and why. Several members had quietly suspected something was amiss but stayed silent, unwilling to risk their club status on an accusation they couldn’t prove, even as they publicly grumbled about the “lucky” few who always secured prime times.

The club's response was swift and quietly managed. Chen departed for "personal reasons." The official tee sheet system was overhauled with transparent computerized booking. Most tellingly, the club installed strict policies prohibiting cash transactions for any services.

But perhaps the most lasting change was social. Members who had unknowingly competed in Chen's auctions now eye each other differently during Saturday morning rounds. Everyone wonders who else was bidding, how much they paid, and what desperate social calculations drove their weekly payments.

These days, Bidmore's Saturday mornings operate with clockwork fairness. Judge Brennan finally gets his 8 AM slots, though he still complains about the pace of play. But long-time members sometimes pause before their tee shots, remembering when that premium time cost more than just an early wake-up call.

And remember, dear readers: at clubs like Bidmore, nothing is truly free - not forgiveness, not fair play, and certainly not an 8:00 AM tee time.

Poll Question

Last Week's Poll Result

After reading Part Two of No Country Club for Old Men, what would you have done in Tom Ackerman’s shoes?

🟨⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Report everything to the authorities - no matter the risk

🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Keep quiet and stay alive

🟨⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Take the money and disappear

🟨⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️ Flip a coin - let fate decide

Looks like the CCC members know how to keep their mouth shut - at least when it comes to life and death situations. It’s also nice to know that there’s a few boy scouts out there that voted to risk it all and report everything!

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