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THE 2019 MACALLAN INVITATIONAL ENDS IN:Countdown

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Format:
There are four rounds in this tournament
Two rounds on Royal St. George and two on Bethpage.
 You will be immortalized and awarded a virtual bottle of Macallan Single Malt Scotch Whiskey.
The full Leaderboard is shown at the bottom of the page.

The History of The MacAllan Invitational
 (How I met Alimango Mcmuffin)
The entire membership may not know that I lived in Hawaii in the eighties.
One bright and sunny day after a long night of serious drinking for some stupid reason I decided to go on a fishing trip,alone... and on my very small boat.
I proceeded to have the time of my life, that is, until the boat sank.

I found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas mango's and coconuts. 
After about four months, I was lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.

After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As I looked to shore, I nearly fell off the boat. Before me was a wooden staircase leading to an exquisite bungalow.
  While she ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, I could only stare ahead, dumb struck. As we walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like a drink?”

After a few minutes , she announces, “I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet.”
No longer questioning anything, I went goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone, two sea shells honed to a very sharp ground edge were fastened on to it's end inside a swivel mechanism. 
“This woman is amazing, what's next?” When I returned, she greets me wearing nothing but tropical flowers strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckoned me to sit down next to her.
“Tell me”, she whispered suggestively, slithering closer to me, “We've been out here for many months. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for?” She stared into my eyes.....
 I couldn't believe what I was hearing! “You mean ..” I swallowed excitedly and tears started to form in my eyes.
“Don't tell me you've built a Golf Course!!!”

In disbelief, I asks, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?” She replies, “I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here when my cruise ship sank.”
 “Amazing, you were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you. Oh, this thing?” explains the woman. “I made the boat out of raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree.
She told me her name was “Alimago Mcmuffin” and said: “Let's row over to my place”  

“No! No thank you”, I blurted out, still dazed. “I can't take another drop of coconut juice.” “It's not coconut juice”, She said. “I have a made a still, would you like a drop of Scotch whiskey”
Trying to hide my continued amazement, I accepted, and we sat down on her couch to talk.

There are moments in a man's life you will never forget, and this is one of them, a few years later we were in fact rescued, it was rather unfortunate we had to leave the family behind, but they did seem strangely at peace with it all.(something about an ancient Hawaiian law)
 Alimango has stuck with me all these years, she has become my trusted assistant and partner and is very "instrumental” when I work on this website.
I therefore dedicate this tournament to Alimango McMuffin.