The history of the Open; I don’t know where to start; 
Repeated time and time again; We know it all by heart. 

 

Now before the Kula Open; In ’82, just for fun; 
We had a competition; I remember Markie won. 

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Next the golf was at Salt Fork; A number of Kula’s were there; 
Gary beat the competition; But, honestly, no one cared. 

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So we needed something formal; Resembling the P.G.A.; 
We had to pick a regular time; We needed a special day. 

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Now Labor Day was Willowick; Jerry Lewis, and baked beans; 
Playing sports from dawn to dusk; With Merle and Magazines. 

 

Yes, Monday was all taken; So we studied things some more; 
We had a good solution; We picked the day before. 

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The course was a no-brainer; We had to pick our favorite; 
Astrohurst? Right down the hill? Heck, no. Mid Pines was it. 

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It was Willow Grove, then Dingleday; And finally Mid Pines; 
The front, the back they looked the same; They were identical nines! 

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With crab grass and the goose poop; The course was really ugly; 
We’re sure the course groundskeeper; Did not answer to Frank Pugely. 

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But this was still the Kula’s course; It’s the only one we had; 
You never forget the firsttime; You were taken there by your Dad. 

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So the Kula Open started; On a date in ’83; 
For anyone named Kula; It was the only place to be. 

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We played 18 that first year; And we had a four way tie; 
Michael won in sudden death; From a ridiculous lie. 

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Every year there’s competition; The final four in a fight; 
For all the great statistics; Check out Randy’s cool Website. 

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Now one big thing that happened; Was the closing of The Barn; 
Our loveable Cow Pasture; Being taken from us Darn. 

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Len would have purchased old Mid Pines; If his name was Larry Dolan; 
The four words that he hates the most; Are “The Signature of Solon.” 

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So having to replace Mid Pines; We didn’t know if we could; 
The closest Pigsty we could find; Was a place called Emerald Woods. 

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Although they have 5 different nines; And really some of them are nice; 
Kula’s can’t play 18 holes; So we play the same 9 twice. 

 

A beautiful green jacket; Was purchased at a thrift store; 
It must have shrunk along the way; It doesn’t fit us anymore. 

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Wooden trophies made by hand; We certainly saved on cost; 
They aren’t presented anymore; Cuz through the years they all got lost. 

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With stomach pains on the 1st tee; And a bout with diarrhea; 
Kenny found that Pepto Bismol; Was really no panacea. 

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Bob competed early on; And in ’85 he won; 
But of all the money given out; He has won exactly none. 

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Ken and Mark, they have a streak; They’ve never missed an Open. 
But Winning title number one; They still are each a hopin’. 

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One day our Susan fell in love; Dan asked to marry her; 
It’s Why the trophy sometimes reads; Not “Kula,” but “Harriger.” 

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Randy’s game progressed so much; He’d won title number four; 
I really thought by the age of 50; He’d be on the Senior Tour. 

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Ralph did sink a very long putt; It was 60 feet, some say; 
But it’s no fun retrieving putters; From a thousand yards away. 

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Gary’s lead is getting slim; He’s still up seven to six; 
Grandma Kula must be proud; Cuz he’s never making tricks. 

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Wives and kids have also played; Some more regularly; 
Mostly Gail and Mary Lou; And Matt and Gregory. 

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Through the years there’ve been non-Kula’s; But they play just for fun; 
Reggie, Donald, Rich, and Terry; And I know I’m missing some. 

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Now some of us have moved away; To Vegas and to Tampa; 
It really wasn’t long ago; That we’d all play golf with Grampa. 

 

So we miss the Vegas Kula’s; And Tony Sr.’s unmatched socks; 
And exploding golf balls rising; Off the clubs of T.K. Foxx. 

 

And so we've hit a special year; the historic 25; 
The Kula Open goes on and on; It's what keeps us alive.