Grazing in the Grass

With nightmares of AI's past ricocheting in their heads, The Director and Banquet Director have spent the past month jointly and severally hacking, chopping and flailing at golf balls in rough that approximates the depth and thickness of grasses more commonly seen in the Everglades.  That assumes the balls can be located at all.  A shot a mere yard or two wide of the fairway can result in a search party reminiscent of the one assembled by AI ancestor, Lord Stanley.  A player in a recent group tossed a club out of a bunker and spent the next 5 minutes trying to find it.

AI-XXIII:  April 4th - 8th.  You're welcome.

Where's the golf ball?