Calling all nostalgic-movie golfers to ‘see the ball, be the ball,’ go back to ’80s with Rodney and William and the boys

This local throwback golf, ala Dangerfield and Murray, gives you a chance to relive the ’80s if you dare, via a 20th anniversary celebration that takes you back a decade or two before that benchmark. And speaking of course about Caddyshack, it was planned out with much more forethought than what Chevy Chase’s character would have done. Maybe like his Danny Boy, more practical.
The St. Croix National golf club invites you to “grab your balls” and “dress to impress” in full ’80s regalia that would make Rodney Dangerfield proud, at an anniversary event called Gopher’s Revenge slated for Monday, Aug. 22. Think argyle, knickers, caps and handsome golf vests. Also consider “See the ball, be the ball.” Especially since another actor in that realm, Bill Murray, has strong Hudson connections that also go way back, stopping downtown when in the metro doing business with another sports-related venture, the St. Paul Saints. Would you see The Judge his other favorite role, Ted Knight, “forecasting” the game results?
“I had discussed an annual superintendent-revenge tournament until realizing it would slow play down considerably,” said Kristine of St. Croix National, partially tongue-in-cheek. “I then thought of the Gophers vs. Badgers, and add a theme of Caddyshack with the 20-year anniversary.” All of this was designed to promote an alternative type of golf offering that while not fully trendy, is original enough to be interesting, making the choice to have this “revenge” as an annual event.
There will be prizes, ’80s themed contests, a raffle and of course beer. There is an 11 a.m. signup or call the pro shop at (715) 247-4200, and format is two-person scramble, (officials at the golf club considered making it a four-person and may implement that next year because you know, the ’80s never go away). Cost is $20 for golf, $20 for half-cart and $20 for lunch and prizes.

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