THE BAD GOLFERS ASSOCIATION CHARITIES

Len Ciriello, Chairman

The BGA Charities Fund was established in 2010. It is a vehicle, supported by Members of The BGA, to assist charities identified by BGA Members. Periodically, Members' golf day winnings, and other special events proceeds, are donated to the Fund.The Fund volunteer founding members were: Len Ciriello, Chairman, Joe O'Lear RIP George Lowell RIP, John Rowan (Retired) and BGA Commissioner Jim Remler.

Year-To-Date 2020 Donations.

Daystar - - - - - - - - - - - - - $1,800

Backpack Blessings - - -  $3,600

Cystic Fibrosis - - - - - - -  $3,000

Community Food Bank - -$2,331

2019 BGA CHARITIES

BACKPACK BLESSINGS-$3,210

CASA----------------------------$1,940

CYSTIC FIBROSIS - --------$3,200

DAYSTAR ----------------------$1,900

FAMILY RESOURCE -------$2,135

TOTAL - 2019 ---------------$12,385

TOTAL 2010 - 2020 --------$75,106

The following Charities have been supported by BGA Members:

Blessings in a Backpack

Boys and Girls Clubs

CASA

Day Star & Day Star Tools for Schools

Family Resource Center

Golf for Cystic Fibrosis

Homeless Veterans Shelter

Hospice-Worcester MA-Primo Tallarida - (RIP)

Rotondo Fund Golf Scramble

Salvation Army-Citrus County

Smile Train

St. Luke Childrens Hospital

Sunny Shores Sea Camp

Summer Golf Camp Program -CHG&CC

Thanksgiving Feeding Alliance

Youth Scholarship

Ode to Golf - Thanks to Joe Matt for adding this to our BGA Web Site.

In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
Oh How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By Its Size I Could Not Guess,
Or The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry,
And Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par,
If I Hit It Straight And Far.
To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.
It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.
Author unknown

THE GOLF BALL SONG

Thanks to Ray Boudreau for this one.

Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.

It Rules My Mind For Hours On End;

A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry,

To Master Such A Tiny Ball,

And Hate Myself And Want To Die.

It Promises Me A Thing Called Par,

If I Hit It Straight And Far.

But My Desires The Ball Refuses,

Should Not Be Very Hard At All.

And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,

And Disappears Before My Eyes.

Often It Will Have A Whim,

To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.

With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,

It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.

Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,

If Only It Would Find The Hole.

It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,

And Swear That I Will Give It Up.

And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,

But The Ball Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.

A recent study found that the average golfer

Walks about 900 miles a year.

Another study found that golfers drink, on

average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.

This means that, on average, golfers get about

41 miles to the gallon!

Kind of makes you proud. Almost makes you

Feel like a hybrid. . ...

 BGA ANTHEM

Author - Jerry McClernon

2013

(Tune – You’re a Grand Old Flag)

WE ARE BAD BUT PROUD

SO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD

WHEN YOU SEE US GET OUT OF THE WAY

GOLF IS OUR GAME

AND IT’S A SHAME

SO FEW OF US KNOW HOW TO PLAY

WHEN WE HOOK AND SLICE

YOU MIGHT PAY THE PRICE

YOU’RE IN DANGER IF YOU STAY

THIS IS A CLUE

WE’RE WARNING YOU

HERE COMES THE BGA

WE ARE SHORT

WE ARE TALL

WE ARE BAD GOLFERS ALL

TEE IT UP, GRAB A CLUB, SWING AWAY

WHERE DID IT GO? WE DON’T KNOW

WE’LL NEVER FIND IT TODAY

IN THE TREES, IN THE ROUGH

IN THE LAKE – THAT’S ENOUGH

THAT’S WHY WE TAKE ALL DAY

STROKE SEVENTEEN

NOWHERE NEAR THE GREEN

WE ARE THE BGA