Golf and the Late Night Benediction

Golf and the Late Night Benediction
By Chip, The Deacon of Dryness

Merriment reigned throughout the grill that night.  The clock inched toward a new day and our early morning tee times, but no one headed to the exits.  The occasion, Club Championship Eve, the holiest day on the P.C.G.C. calendar and we were all still in the hunt.  The contenders, the pretenders, the has been's and the field bets were all sitting on the lead.  Not a double boogie or four iron is thrown in anger in the entire field.  It was a heady time at Poplar Creek.  We carried ourselves like champions, well more like champions in the winning locker room afterward, but that is only a minor detail.

Thanks to the bar being three deep, I was forced into new territory, I became a listener.  From my somewhat dry perch, I was able to hear the prayers and hopes of our golfers.

“I can hold this lead, said Randy G., if I can manage to keep the ball in the fairway.”   Out of the crowd, I heard someone, presumingly from Southern San Mateo, say,  you all have no chance, if the cart girl has cold Coronas and fresh limes.  No Chance!  “Birdies not Scurvy, right Artie, answered the quiet and unassuming Rod Wyman.  You have to be the healthiest guy in naval history”

“Wait to you guys see my back nine on Sunday, it’ll remind you guys of Pickett’s charge at  Gettysburg.  Tell ’em  Bill, you were there.”  “Sid, countered Feely, don’t you mean Custer at the Little Big Horn?”  And so it went, good natured banter echoing between the leaders, deep into the night.

Swingin’ Mr. Stevens summed it up best, later this morning, when we can hear our heartbeats in the darkness when thoughts get quiet and clear, we will all entertain the club champion dreams of the everyday golfer.

Good Luck, Dreamers.  

Bingo on Thursday!

Sub Rosa Chip

Sub Rosa Chip 
by Chip Undercover

Disguised in a trench coat, false mustache, and a somewhat stylish Fedora, I went undercover at a rival golf club on a fact finding mission.  Unfortunately, Sean Penn was unavailable to offer assistance.  My mission, to find a golf course and a restaurant run independently, and discover how they treat their members and customers.  It has long been my contention, Poplar Creek as a whole doesn’t value our club's contributions to the golf course and their bottom lines.  I wanted to discover how the other half lives.

To learn this I had to sink into the murky underbelly of the golf world undetected.  I was at an unnamed public course in Pacifica doing just that, when Bill Feeley spotted me on the putting green.  He yelled, “Hey Chip, where have you been, we miss you over at Poplar Creek.”  Like the Southwest Airlines ads, this was a “want to get away” moment.  

The members I had so well groomed, suddenly became very leery of me.  The space around me doubled and then doubled again.  I was in a bad position.  I had to think quickly in order to save months of research.  I yelled back at Billy, “For the next five minutes, I have an open bar tab.”

Suddenly, I felt like a leper standing all alone on the golf course.  The members swarmed the bar like locusts destroying everything in its path.  Vegetation, equipment, small animals, and children were carried away by this human tsunami.  In the ebb tide of this humanity, I saw an endangered frog toasting a low handicapper.  A taxidermist and a tree hugging PETA woman enjoying a drink together.  In essence, a club where both sides got along for the good of each other. It was mind numbing.  

While this course is in poor shape, it makes Poplar look like Augusta, both sides get it.  I am hopeful that someday we will too.  

“Hey Billy, how much do I owe?" 

Poplar Creek Is Closing Down???

Update 8/21/17

The San Mateo City Council met on 8/21/17 and alternative uses for Poplar Creek was on the agenda.  They agreed to keep Poplar Creek open..  

Read more at the Daily Journal (be sure to read the part about putting a hotel on the property).

Also of interest is Park & Recreation's letter to the City Council on their recommendation to keep Poplar Creek open.  Read their letter (Attachment 3).


Here we go again.  More talk about closing Poplar Creek and using the land for other uses.  Here's some useful links for your viewing.

Poplar Creek Golf Course-Alternative Use Final Report (6/7/17, San Mateo Parks & Recreation)

Read Attachment 2 with emphasis on:

  • Page 19 – Price per round amongst local courses
  • Chapter 4 – Relocating the maintenance yard and putting a hotel in its place
  • Chapter 6 – Recommendations

As of this post, the Parks & Recreation Commission have not finalized their minutes of the meeting although they did state at the conclusion of the public hearing on June 7 (packed house) that they are in favor of the recommendations of the study outlined on page 59 of the final report (link above).  The Commission will present their final recommendations to the San Mateo City Council in July or August.


San Mateo Daily Journal – 6/5/17

San Mateo Daily Journal – 4/6/16

San Mateo Daily Journal – 4/2/16


Thank you Curtis Roe for allowing us to post his article he wrote for the Brisbane Luminary in May 2016.

FORE!!!

Fore is golf talk for look out.

Did you hear that the San Mateo golf course is losing money?   According to a recent article on April 6 of the SM Daily Journal, that is what’s happening.  There are multiple reports out there supporting this statement as well.  It feels like there is a movement to shut this down.  Kind of makes me mad.  Why would a city waste good money on a facility enjoyed by a few?  Don’t the cities have better things to do with tax revenue?  But wait!

Have you ever wondered how the accounting works for municipal golf course?  As a governmental agency, there are specific requirements addressing how they account and report on their activities.  I am not an expert in this kind of accounting.  I do know enough to ask some questions though.  My question is how does an enterprise that has been in operation for decades suddenly lose money?  I believe part of the answer lies in the method of accounting.

In most governmental entities, they have a general fund and satellite funds that all roll into the general.  Some funds generate revenue.  Other funds just represent some kind of service or process. Those who manage the process get to decide if and how they want to allocate costs to different funds.

It just so happens that there are some really big allocations sent over to the Poplar Creek income statement.  The estimated indirect costs allocated to Poplar Creek GC in 2012 were $221,516.  An additional line item called the In-Lieu of Taxes expense was estimated at $437,922.  I found this at www.cityofsanmateo.org in a recommendation to the mayor.  The anticipated revenues that year were $2,556,000.  The estimated loss for the year was $130,309.  Of course they would lose money.  Who can afford to absorb over $600,000 of expense without feeling some hurt?

There is talk of closing down the golf course and putting something else in.  Unless that new enterprise generates more revenue  than the golf course, more money would be lost.  There is talk of replacing the  golf course with baseball parks and soccer fields.  These fields would generate  little or no revenue.  We could then count on losing all the revenue that absorbs the indirect costs and In-Lieu of Taxes.   Not only that, but there are also additional costs for debt service that exceed $680,000 that still need to be paid.  We would be looking a total that exceeds a million dollars.  Right now we are only considering the $130,309 that has been compiled.  Again, unless your name is Scrooge, we need to remember all the people who work at the course would lose their jobs.  And then there would be the cost of removing the golf course and building the new, new thing.

Navy Seal Golf Camp

Navy Seal Golf Camp
by Para Chipper 

Earlier this spring as the rains continued to fall, talk at the bar centered on our lack of golf conditioning.  After all that liquid sunshine could we ever get back to our 2016 form?  Had our golf games vanished?  What, if anything could be done to halt this downward spiral?  Bill Feeley suggested we all check out something he read about called Otter Golf Training.  "I’m not sure of the name, but it’ll be fun, a week of golf in warm, dry weather."  We all quickly agreed.  When it comes to Bill’s ideas, someone should always read the fine print.

We paid our money, Bill the Web, Sonic Sid, Steveo, Swingin Mr. Stevens, the whole gang and boarded a prop driven plane.  A squared away with a crew cut and war paint handed us a pack shaped like a pillow and told us to strap it on over our golf bags.   At 10,000 feet, somewhere over Dubai, or was it Palm Springs or possibly the Arizona desert, Crew Cut welcomed us to Navy Seal Golf Training.  He then said, "Ladies, when that light turns green head to the door and jump.  This is a one way ticket, maggots."

I must admit, the sight of twenty golfers parachuting over the desert with their clubs is a sight I will never replicate. The planes quite prop engine minimized the noise enough to allow every scream and cuss word to echo over the valley.  It was the start of a magical week.

Upon landing, Crew Cut appeared yelling orders. His yelling was like the din you might hear in the grill after a tournament trying to get a drink.  He yelled, "Pull those parachutes in, drop those clubs, get in the sand trap and apply your blindfolds. It’s time for sand shots.  Put your glasses in the six o’clock position and hoist.  Any spillage and we will start over."  This I believe was a tactical error on his part.  We practiced our sand shots for hours until he was either satisfied with our progress or out of ammunition. Next he set up an obstacle course of upside down barstools strung with barbed wire.  Yes, you guessed it, The Pub Crawl. "Mike Love, he yelled, get your butt down, you could ruin those plus fours."  This innovative golf camp continued in this vain for seven glorious days.

It wasn’t until several weeks after our return when I realized how seriously Mel took the camp. We all hit up to a newly formed lake on ten with one ball on the right, one on the left and one in the middle of the water.  Mike Bradley was adamant his ball was not in the drink, but somewhere nearby.  After a few minutes search, a disgusted Mel took off her shoes, rolled up her pant legs and sleeve and waded into the knee deep lake.  She reached down, picked up a ball and said. “Hey professor, here’s your ball."  She then held it high over her head, winked at me, and dropped it back in the water.

Play Hard!