The third edition of The Plain Dealer's Summer Solstice Golf Challenge featured the usual array of birdies, sextuple-bogeys, dented trees, dumbfounding putts, bathroom breaks and frightened deer. And a broken bone.
CLEVELAND, Ohio -- Rising before 4 a.m., teeing off before the sun, planning for over 16 hours of rollicking and/or resolute golf, the last two words anyone wanted to hear as part of the day were, "It's broken."
The next two least popular words would have been "incident report."
The third edition of The Plain Dealer's Summer Solstice Golf Challenge, at Hickory Nut Golf Course in Columbia Station on June 21, featured the usual array of birdies, sextuple-bogeys, dented trees, dumbfounding putts, bathroom breaks and frightened deer. It also included fishing interludes and a total of 164 holes played between two foursomes, which featured a mix of Plain Dealer staffers and victims, er, winners, of a reader contest to join the adventure to see which team could play the most holes from sunup to sundown.
Damian Lee, a 35-year-old cook from Bedford and the best player in the event, led Team T-Par-T through 74 holes while racking up five birdies and 28 pars. The other team, GOBO, featured a Marine, and even Sean Drapac was impressed by the pain tolerance he witnessed in his foursome.
"I still can't get over his calm demeanor after being struck by the line drive," Drapac said when the day was over.
That referenced the Challenge's first broken bone -- reporter on reporter violence perpetrated by a hack who should never be allowed to grip a club again and absorbed by an honorable man of strength who took a liner from a sliced 6-iron off his right wrist and reacted with the calm of someone standing over a six-inch putt.
"In our house you had to be coughing up blood to get an Advil," said Emily Rogers, one of the four player assistants who catered to the golfers' needs and the daughter of wounded Plain Dealer sportswriter Tim Rogers.
The identity of the really, really sorry writer/attacker -- really sorry, Tim -- isn't as important as the reaction of Rogers, whose golf day ended on the 24th hole of what would be a record-breaking 90 holes from his group.
"It's broken," was all he said.
Then after a trip to the emergency room, his arm in a sling, he came back to watch the last 40 holes.
As for the incident report, that's really more of a human resources thing. (By the way, I am ready to make my confession, er, statement.)
Team T-Par-T (74 holes)
There's no doubt about it, Damian Lee's fluid swing was far too accomplished for the general level of play seen by most participants at last week's Summer Solstice Challenge.Marvin Fong, The Plain Dealer
Summer Solstice timeline
- 5:19 a.m.: First tee shots taken, Team GOBO on No. 1 and Team T-Par-T on No. 10.
- 10:09 a.m.: On the 24th hole of the day, Plain Dealer sportswriter Doug Lesmerises hits an errant shot to the right that strikes fellow sportswriter Tim Rogers, breaking his right wrist.
- 5:07 p.m.: GOBO laps T-Par-T at the turn after coming off the ninth green.
- 9:25 p.m.: GOBO finishes its final hole, No. 90 overall.
- 9:33 p.m.: T-Par-T finishes its last hole, No. 74 for the day.
By the numbers
- 1: Broken bone.
- 4: Birdies by Team GOBO (2 by Sean Drapac).
- 7: Birdies by Team T-Par-T (5 by Damian Lee).
- 48: Pain relievers taken.
- 54: Lost balls.
- 65: Pars by T-Par-T.
- 74: Pars by GOBO.
- 76: Best round by Lee.
- 81: Best round by Maureen Adler.
- 83: Best round by Drapac.
- 91: Best round by Tom Breno and Deb Solyan.
- 97: Best round by Kristen Davis.
- 101: Best round by Cliff Pinckard.
- 104: Best round by Doug Lesmerises.
- 164: Holes played.
- 1,547: Ounces of fluids — mostly water, Gatorade and coffee.
- 3,431: Combined strokes.
There was no real strategy for Team T-Par-T last Friday morning. The goal was to surpass the 2012 record of 72 holes completed. The idea was to have fun along the way at Hickory Nut Golf Course in Columbia Station.
If only we had known what we were dealing with in Team GOBO ... what it was capable of in its relentless, soulless quest to play the most holes.
What follows is a story of courage in the face of treachery, of inspiration when all seemed lost, of ... OK, too much? Really, it's just trying to make it through a long, long day -- with endless laughs along the way.
A force of nature: After teeing off on No. 10 just before 5:20 a.m., T-Par-T is on the fairway at No. 13 at 6:05 a.m. The mood is relaxed, the pace steady but not rushed. Bedford resident Damian Lee, 35, is already showing off his skills, using a smooth swing with a long follow-through to hit one solid shot after another.
But Lee suddenly makes a beeline to the woods. He's the first to break, after less than an hour on the course. Some things can't wait. "Too much coffee," Lee says. "If I have any coffee left in me I'd be shocked."
Float like a butterfly: Don't take T-Par-T's relaxed atmosphere the wrong way. It wants to play the most holes, and Strongsville resident Tom Breno, 58, isn't above using a little strategy to disrupt Team GOBO.
After taking a double bogey on the par-3 16th, Breno decides to leave a present for Plain Dealer sportswriter Doug Lesmerises -- a paper butterfly taped to the flag stick. We know Lesmerises has an irrational fear of butterflies. Anything to throw off his game -- not that there's much game to throw off.
Lesmerises later Tweets that he found Tom's butterfly and says, "He will pay." We laugh it off ... we should have been scared to death.
And things bog down: T-Par-T, whose foursome also consists of myself and Plain Dealer golf editor Kristen Davis, completes its first nine at 7:19 a.m. We're already behind Team GOBO, and at the No. 1 tee is a long line of foursomes waiting to tee off. It will be 20 minutes before we're back on the course. Starting at No. 1 proves a big advantage to GOBO. Who planned that?
The line is cast: At No. 5 we're held up again. Nearby is a pond, and this gives Breno a chance to try his luck for the first time.
Breno, a production manager at AlphaGraphics, carries a Pocket Fisherman while golfing to pass the time while waiting for other groups. He's caught about 10 fish this summer in his weekly league with the Strongsville Optimist Club. He thinks he has a nibble, but whatever it was escapes.
"There's some nice fish in there," he says. "Next time, next time." He would get a few more shots but come up empty on this day.
Now we know what we're dealing with: It's just after 10 a.m. and T-Par-T is back on No. 13 when we learn Plain Dealer sportswriter Tim Rogers, a member of Team GOBO, is out with a broken wrist. How was it broken? He was struck by a ball "shanked" by Lesmerises early in their second round.
Rogers heads to the hospital, but GOBO carries on with three players. And guess what? They're making great time, quickly gaining more ground on us. Starting in Round 3, Rogers is replaced by 2011 Summer Solstice Golf Challenge participant Maureen Adler, 52, of Fairview Park, who is a phenomenal golfer.
So a few questions come to mind: What kind of cold, competitive monsters are we dealing with? And how did poor Rogers draw the short straw and not Lesmerises?
Long and short of it: At 11 a.m., Lee asks what hole we're on. It's No. 18, the 27th overall. "I'm going to keep swinging till the sun don't shine," said Lee. "I shouldn't even care what hole we're on."
Lee, a cook at Beachwood's Yours Truly, is playing great. His Round 1 was highlighted by a 43 on the front side that included a 10 on the Par-5 eighth, an anomaly. His play makes an impression on Breno, who is a fine golfer himself.
"I could watch him golf all day. He is really good," Breno says at about 2:15 p.m. as we get ready to tee off at the par-4 15th. Moments later, Lee hits an approach shot from about 115 yards and immediately says "I'm going to be short." The ball bounces just in front of the green, then rolls up to about 12 feet from the cup. This brings a laugh from Breno.
"Yeah, short of spectacular!" he says.
And the heat is on: It's getting hot (84 degrees at 4:30 p.m.). Fatigue, both mental and physical, is setting in. Well, maybe not for Lee -- he's in the cart with his feet up, looking relaxed and still playing well. Breno remains quick with an easy laugh and says he feels fine. So maybe it's just one member of T-Par-T that is struggling.
"I'm not as tired as I thought I'd be ... for as out of shape as I am and old as I am," Breno says with chuckle.
Better safe than sorry: A few minutes after 5 p.m. we finish No. 9 for the third time, No. 54 overall. Team GOBO is now right behind and about to lap us. Earlier, when they got us in their sights, they yelled "We're coming!" We're competitors, though, so we do what competitors do when faced with a challenge: We head to the clubhouse to take a quick break while GOBO speeds on past. With Lesmerises out there, the clubhouse is the safest spot.
A needed boost: It's past 7:30 p.m. and for all of his love of golf, even Breno is dragging. But at 7:40 p.m. his wife, Judy, and about a half-dozen neighbors arrive to cheer him on. It makes a noticeable difference as his game is rejuvenated. They carry signs, and yell and cheer good shots not only by Breno, but by the rest of the foursome. They're a welcome addition.
At 8:50 p.m., with the sky growing darker, Breno gets his first birdie of the day, on the 511-yard par-5 No. 8, the 71st hole overall. At 9:03 p.m. we finish No. 72, and Breno's fans head for the clubhouse.
"They can only stay sober for so long," he jokes.
A lengthy beatdown: It's after 9 p.m., darkness is setting in quickly despite a big, bright moon, and the course has grown quiet. We decide to eclipse the 72 holes played by all eight golfers in last year's solstice challenge and head back to the first tee to go for 74 holes.
Meanwhile, GOBO is racing to complete 90 -- five full rounds of 18. Their devious tactics have worked ... they've trounced us. It matters little to Team T-Par-T.
At 9:33 p.m., Breno sinks the final, short putt under the light of a lantern. "I'm glad to see it come to an end but I hate to see it end," Lee says. "It's been a blast."
-- Cliff Pinckard
Team GOBO (90 holes)
A sense of humor is always a good extra club in the bag ... and Deb Solyan certainly had that in spades.Marvin Fong, The Plain Dealer
Scoring highlights/lowlights
- Most birdies: Five by Damian Lee.
- Best birdie: Playing his 87th hole of the day, Sean Drapac scored a 3 on the 348-yard 15th.
- Most pars: 28 by Lee in 74 holes. Of note: Maureen Adler replaced injured Tim Rogers after the second round and carded 25 pars in 54 holes played.
- Fewest snowmen: Zero by both Tom Breno (in 74 holes) and Adler.
- Most closest to the pin shots on par 3s: Four by Kristen Davis.
- Best chip-in: Deb Solyan chipped in for birdie from about 30 feet on the par-3 third during the third round. It was one of her two chip-ins.
- Highest score on a par-3: 7 by Cliff Pinckard on the 171-yard 16th during the second round.
- Lowest 18-hole round: 5-over 76 by Lee during the second round. His round included 12 pars — including two stretches of five in a row — and two birdies.
- Highest 18-hole round: 112 by Doug Lesmerises during the third round. His round included one par, four bogeys, a 9 and a closing 11.
Some may think a newspaper-sponsored golf outing is for fun. Others might surmise, correctly, that such an event offers a chance at immortality -- or at least bragging rights for a half-hour while you're packing up, which is pretty much the same thing.
For Team GOBO (which my partners told me stood for "Golfing Our Butts Off," but I preferred to think of as "Going Out and Beating the Others"), the idea that the previous best in the first two years of this event was 72 holes played was worth scoffing at.
Now the bar is set at 90 holes, in a smooth 16:06. That's just over 3:13 per round. We started at No. 1, while Team T-Par-T started on No. 10, and by the middle of the fourth round, guess who was playing through?
Maybe she just hates wood: Relentlessly upbeat Deb Solyan's time-saving tip may have been a coincidence, but it might be worth repeating in the future challenges.
No tees. She just dropped her ball between the markers and took a whack, to the amazement of early cart partner Tim Rogers, who'd never seen anything like it in his life. Maybe Solyan just had something against wood.
With the carts featuring flags hanging from the back, and an inflatable shark on each roof, Solyan snapped her wooden flagstick while driving under trees on the sixth hole. It wouldn't, unfortunately, be the only time this group heard a crack like that.
Solyan also rolled in a 35-foot downhill par putt on No. 11 that energized this foursome, which briefly started putting like the hole was as big as an inflatable shark's mouth.
Storming the greens: Sean Drapac served in 13 countries during his time as a Marine, and he attacked the greens with a fervor. He may not have been thinking about 90 holes from the first drive with glow-in-the-dark golf balls ... it might have been 108.
He snacked on energy chews; reminisced, while pounding an energy drink, about staying awake for 36 hours during his service; chased two deer into the woods to see if they were still hanging around after sprinting across the fairway; and pushed and prodded Team GOBO to five full rounds.
Drapac also triple-skipped a tee shot across a pond and onto land. I immediately followed with a single skip to safety. Anything a Marine can do, I can do one-third as well. At the suggestion that he should have been forced to wear a 40-pound pack to play, Drapac said, "Oh, that'd be light."
Since his service ended, Drapac has simultaneously been earning his bachelor's degree and MBA on a three-year plan that he has nearly completed.
So maybe that's the key to the Solstice Challenge. Compared to what he's done in his life, 90 holes in a day was easy.
Follow that blocker: Hickory Nut was crowded Friday, as golfers took in the recent updates and improvements that pleasantly surprised several members of the Solstice Challenge who had played there in recent years.
Playing quickly on the crowded day required help. And that meant Frank the Tank. Frank, our ranger for the much of the day, consistently cleared our path, asking the groups ahead of us if we could play through. Everyone obliged, many asked supportively how we were doing, and it kept us on track.
(Maybe a few wanted to stay out of the way of the golfer rumored to have broken a guy's wrist)
Frank was like a fullback leading us through the hole. To the patrons and employees at Hickory Nut, many thanks.
Bad omen: On the third hole of round two, Rogers chipped his ball into the cart I was sharing with Drapac. It didn't hit anyone. He did not play it as it lied after it settled by the gas pedal.
More bad omens: On the 14th hole of our first round, I lined a banana slice tee shot over the head of photographer Marvin Fong, who was capturing our foibles for The Plain Dealer and saw his life flash before his lens. On the same hole, after landing in a fairway bunker, I nearly hit myself in the groin with the rebound of a shot that banked off the lip and shot backward. Later in the day, I did pop up a chip from the banks of a pond into my own chest.
Mo the super sub: Once Rogers was knocked out, the final 12 holes of the second round flew by as Team GOBO played as a threesome. It may have seemed like a brilliantly cruel secret strategy, if my lack of ability wasn't so widely known. But frankly, it wasn't fair to Team T-Par-T, which was already playing as if wading through molasses.
Enter Mo. Maureen Adler, a participant in the first Challenge in 2011, had been invited back to play a final 18 with the rest of the veterans. But several decided to get in an early 18 at Hickory Nut, so when Team GOBO needed a fourth around 11:30 a.m., she was there.
"When you get the call-up," Adler said, "you've got to be ready."
Ever play with one of those people who just pounds drives down the middle of the fairway and makes boring, by-the-book pars all the time? That's Adler. Amazing. She made 25 pars in 54 holes, but was frustrated in her attempts to join the birdie club inhabited by Solyan, Drapac, and, stunningly, me. (I offered to trade my one birdie for her 25 pars, but she didn't bite.)
Paired with Solyan, a friend from college, the two got rolling. Adler didn't stop. She played another four rounds over the next four days. She'll be ready if needed next year.
"You better believe it," she said. "I keep my clubs in my trunk and my shoes in the back seat. I'm always on call."
Gain through the pain: In the end, Solyan and Rogers had family and friends there lending support, and Rogers' resilience remained the most lasting memory for Team GOBO. Especially for the next six weeks or so until he's out of the sling.
Let's just say that if the roles were reversed, and the slicer had been the one taking the blow, there would have been a lot more tears, hyperventilating and calls for a helicopter airlift.
-- Doug Lesmerises
Special thanks to Hickory Nut manager Julia Osborne, superintendent Geof Kazmierczak, the rangers for keeping us moving and the gracious customers who allowed us to play through all day; player assistants P.J. Flannery, Sean Flannery, Brian O'Shea and Emily Rogers; Brenda and Rob Kammer of Strongsville AlphaGraphics; and Don Padgett III of the WGC-Bridgestone Invitational.