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First Annual ★ August 8, 2026 ★ Sunset Ridge
On August 8 a lot of people who loved Pat turned up at Sunset Ridge and were handed golf clubs. Results varied.
There were matching Hawaiian suits. There was a bunker raked to say PAT. There was a trophy shaped like a potato, which, if you knew him, requires no explanation.
Pat would have shot a 96, blamed the cart, and told you about it until close.
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Volunteers, families, foursomes, friends — and at least three people who had never held a golf club before and would like that noted for the record.
6.5 hours. Eighteen holes. One golf course. And a tree line under constant attack.
Nobody asked to be photographed for any of these.
Twenty-eight signs went out on the course. Some sponsored a tee. Some told a terrible joke. All of them somehow made sense by the end of the day.
Click any one to read the fine print.
Hardware, swag, and a solid gold potato that will most likely never change hands. It goes to the worst team. That team likes its chances of repeating.
The pictures you don't frame. You keep them in a drawer, forget about them, and find them nine years later.
The sun went down over the back nine. The parking lot stayed full. Nobody seemed particularly interested in being the first one to leave.
Thank you to every sponsor, volunteer, foursome, family member, friend, and person who showed up to hit a golf ball — with varying degrees of success — in Pat's name.
The Foundation is real. The support was real. And judging by the photographic evidence, so were the shenanigans.
Pat would’ve had notes.
We’ll leave it there.
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