"Oh, Charles, will you bring my steed around?" "Indeed. And after, shall we sup?" Actually, though the group meets in North Snotsdale, it's not, well, like that. These desert strikers wield some mean mallets, and it's a blast to watch 'em tearin' up the sod 'neath the westward-facing brow of the lissome McDowells. Uh, sorry 'bout that.
Sat., Nov. 8, noon; Sun., Nov. 9, 1 p.m., 2008