But hey, free food, free booze, free cokes for those whose undertanding of the subtleties of a fine sauvignon blanc is summed up by the second half of the name - who's complaining? While the rest of the team let loose their inner Tiger on the fairways, the reigning champion of the North Shore Open shouldered his putter and posed with some fans.
Here the balcony at the Cypress Lakes resort is creaking under the combined mass of a couple of guests who spent a bit too long at the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet... mmmmm... donuts... mmmm... bacon...
The resort is so big you have to call a bus to take you back to your room.
The lake boardering the carefully manicured greens offers the perfect final resting spot for errant golf balls.
Can't leave the region without at least making the pilgrimage to a couple wineries. Just take a slow deliberate sip, carefully swill the wine around for a moment, and then, after another moment of intense thought, utter something you vaguely recall Ian saying, e.g. "interesting... I love the hint of oak"...
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