Like clockwork, the Goodboys equivalent of Groundhog Day occurs right around the beginning of March, give or take a week or two or even three. Some Goodboy, stirring from an alcohol- or cabin fever-induced stupor, drops an e-mail to the Nation and inboxes everywhere suddenly explode with a flurry of activity.

It’s never the same person, but the e-mail inevitably follows a similar theme or vein: “Hey EXEC-COMM! Who’s my partner? Where are we staying? Where are we playing? How much will it cost?” Etc. Etc. You get the picture. This year it was “2 Times” Proctor who started stirring the pot and you can tell from the kind of winter they’ve been having in Massachusetts that it was welcome indeed.

I think of all the responses I’ve seen it was “Cubby” Myerow who waxed most eloquently from his hacienda in the historic city of Salem:

Seeing the snow around the statue of Elizabeth Montgomery
in downtown Salem tells me the snow may be here for a while.

But, being able to walk downtown on a 40 degree Sunday,
“daylight savings time”, watching golf on TV,
seeing Rory McIlroy throw his club into the pond and Harrison
Ford taking out a big divot on a golf course with his plane,
lets me know that Goodboy’s weekend is not too far away.

Well done, Cubby – that’s about as poetic as any Goodboy can get. You rock.