A Duffer's Dream
Fantasy Golf Camp at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas Pairs Amateurs with Top PGA Tour Players
From the Print Edition:
Ron Perelman, Spring 95
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The greatest pleasure to be had at Fantasy Golf Camp is when both the pro and the camper succeed--but the camper succeeds just a bit more. Nothing makes a more profound impression on the average golfer than to step up to the tee-box with Tom Kite on a short par three, shoot at the green and find that somehow, through some providential quirk, the amateur's ball has settled closer to the flag than Kite's. Nothing thrills the fantasy hacker more than catching his drive squarely and true, sending it rocketing down the fairway and finding it at rest within 20 or 30 yards of Davis Love's.
Generally nothing in a duffer's wildest golf dreams is quite as magnificent as having one of the elite athletes we see on television every weekend watch the amateur loft a graceful 8-iron onto a postage-stamp elevated green and say, "That, partner, was one super golf shot."
Moments like that are why they call it Fantasy Golf.
Michael Konik is the gambling columnist for Cigar Aficionado.
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