IP(A) Cup - The Cartel Gun Battle Edition
This week's IP(A) Cup Round started uneventfully at the stunning Vidanda Vallarta, Greg Norman's signature course in Mexico. The course is situated right beside Aeropuerto Puerta Vallarta and is a water-filled adventure zone resting right on the river that separates the Mexican states of Jalisco and Nayarit. Prior to 2010, a hard shank of your ball into Nayarit would require a change of time zones (and a small boat to cross the crocodile infested river)!
Adding to the regular pressure of a Cup round was the presence of the Cup itself, which made the journey from colder climes to both motivate and shake the contenders. In addition, the first hole (visible above) is truly a test of a golfer's mettle, with the faders and slicers feeling the magnetic pull of the water lining the entire right side of the hole. This water claimed Ched as its first, second, and third victims (victim?), while the other competitors managed to stay dry on the short yet challenging Par 4. Things settled in on the second with Ched righting the ship and others settling in to their inconsistent iron play. However, the round was abruptly halted due to the presence of a burned out bus across the cart path leading to the 3rd Tee, ongoing disruptions from passengers fleeing PVR, and occasional gunfire overhead.
The Cup, our competitors, and the Cup Committee managed to hitch a ride on Clifton A. Pemble's private jet to California, where organizers hastily assembled a substitute round off the Greens. Organizers expected a daunting, tree-lined course that would pose a challenge even off the shorter tees, but our players arrived at the First and found the course largely denuded of its namesake foliage.
Marooned raced out to an early four-stroke lead with a 39 on the front, with Harris moving ahead of Basil and into second place with a birdie on the 9th. Ched's front nine ended with a triple on the longish par 5, which led to him firing his caddie, regripping his clubs, and swearing off Nasty Habits forever. These changes seemed to work as he ran five strokes better on the back nine; however, the lack of trees to contend with meant that the rest of his foursome didn't find much trouble and he couldn't close the gap.
Harris matched the leader stroke for stroke from the 10th onward, clearly having sorted out the short game issues he encountered at TPC Scottsdale. Reporters overheard fans lining the treeless expanse remark that they fully expected Harris' back nine would ensure second place was a lock. Basil had a different plan however, and opted not to putt at all on the 155-yard 12th hole. His ace is the first of the IP(A) Cup, and the Committee almost sent him home straight away with the trophy. The tee box and crowd erupted when the ball dropped, with the shouting and roaring being heard by at least two hot tub soakers nearby. Basil's celebration bought cheers and laughter from the three other players. Shortly after, Harris sank back to his chair and sat despondently as he slowly realized that this one shot likely meant that he would slip to third. True enough, he did. The ace and solid play from the 16th in led Basil to a back-nine 38, and it appeared that Marooned was losing his edge and fatiguing from malnourishment at the end of the round. But even the ace on 12 only erased the shots Basil dropped to Marooned on 10 and 11, so the four-stroke difference on the last three holes wasn't enough to catch the leader. Marooned had this to say after the 20-hole event:
"Wow. Two in a row. Boy did that group *hic* bring it today. I felt the pressure right from the warm up to the 18th, or was it 20th?, green. Wait, did we play 20 *hic*, holesh? I might have *hic*, you know, *hic*, made some poor shoices carting around those taller cansh today, but uhhigottatellya, *hic*, they sure helped me keep my composure down in Mexshico after I heard those two bullets whiz past my ear."
Basil was pretty even keel after carding his 38, commenting that he feels like he is now playing "proper golf" and expects to "skelp, tan, and leather" any players who show up at next week's event.
When approached for comment, Harris was still trying to figure out how second place slipped away: "An ace. Wow. I mean, I knew unicorns existed, and of course the Illuminati exist, but I truly didn't think holing out from a tee box was possible. I guess it's not the conspiracy that those Reddit forums make it out to be (Harris was doxxed and pwned shortly after these comments went to print)."
Ched slid quietly out of the scoring tent but was chased down by reporters as he jumped into his Escalade. Reporters barked questions at him through his unopened driver's side window. In response, Ched flipped them the bird, threw a half-full Starbucks Venti Dark Roast through his moon roof at one reporter who was unlucky enough to wear a white linen pantsuit to work that day, and screeched off, almost driving over a CBS cameraman's foot.
A second consecutive win leaves Marooned alone in first place as the days get longer and the end of the Cup series is on the horizon. Basil is close behind, only three points in arrears, with Shooter adrift and well back in third. Ched and Harris round out the top five.
Committee members still haven't clarified the process for determining the winner, but rumours are that the best six performances for each golfer will count towards the title. The Cup Committee was asked for comment, but had not reponded prior to print.















