No group brings more enthusiasm and zaniness to the Surge than the North Sacramento Valley emergency room department.  Every year they descend on the tournament like a swarm of locusts (and I mean that in the nicest way).  They show up at the crack of dawn (word is they need the driving range practice) and they intimidate their oppostion with things like matching pink polo shirts.  Out on the course, they have been known to litter the putting green with dog droppings and to make disgusting noises while players are at the top of their swing.  As the head pro at Wildhorse once said, "What those guys are playing isn't golf."  All that being said, the Surge would not be half as fun without them and we love them alot (sort of like you love a goofy wayward brother).

The Baby Ruth came from Safeway but whose farm did the poop come from?	Just be glad these two are not your sons