Let's Do A Story About A Beached Whale, Huh?

Steph Wei has a post detailing Matt Ginella's story of a golfer's heroic rescue of a beached whale.  She makes a classic pop culture reference to the Seinfeld episode where George acts like a marine biologist to impress a woman.  Then reality hits at the beach and the woman asks George to rescue a beached whale.  Turns out that the whale had a Titleist in its blowhole that Kramer had been hitting from the beach to practice his sand game.  Steph did a great job with the post, so go read it if you can.

The funny thing about Ginella's recounting is that I've actually played the course on which the golfer, Jeff Gibson of New Jersey, de-beached the whale.  It's called The Links at Lighthouse Sound.  The place is about 10 minutes from my grandmother's house.  (Hi, grandma!)  I shot 81 there. 

The course is situated on Assawoman Bay - har, har - which is the first waterway that motorists driving down Routes 50 or 90 would hit before they reached the miniature golf mecca that is Ocean City, Maryland.  In all my now 27 years of going to Ocean City, I have never once seen a whale.  Not in the ocean.  Not in the bay.  Nowhere.  Dolphins? Sure.  A whale? No way.  These boys were lost.