THE RHINO INVITATIONAL GOLF TOURNAMENT

A Brief History of the Rhino

The Rhino Invitational Golf Tournament was founded in 1985 by Matt "Rhino" Anderson. Every year since then, Matt has invited friends from near and far to come together to play golf in "his" tournament, and the event has grown steadily as Matt's own circle of friends widened. Although there are no golfing skill requirements for receiving an invitation to participate in the Rhino (in fact, too much skill is generally frowned upon), it has always been an honor to be selected to compete because it meant Matt counted you among his friends. Thus, for many, the Rhino has become a fixture on the June calendar every bit as important as a major holiday.

On November 10, 2003, Matt passed away after a six-month battle with liver cancer. Before he was taken from us, however, Matt made clear that it was important to him for the Rhino Invitational to continue. That should come as no surprise to anyone who knew him. Matt loved competition in virtually any form, and it brought him great joy to assemble his friends every year to compete on the golf course. Indeed, Matt once remarked that hosting the Rhino was like having a wedding every year: a great opportunity to bring friends from different parts of your life together for a big party. In that spirit, we will continue to gather each year for the Rhino - because Matt wanted it that way.  

To understand why it's important for the Rhino to continue, one need only talk to any of the veterans of prior tournaments. They can all provide extensive oral histories, but many of these accounts are conflicting, exaggerated, or fuzzy from the passage of too much time and the drinking of too much beer. Thus, as we approach Rhino XX, it seems appropriate to attempt to commit at least some of those memories to writing. Although what follows is by no means comprehensive -- and it may contain obscure or completely made-up events -- it is an attempt to capture the spirit of the Rhino as it has grown and flourished over the years.

That first year Matt dragged 10 of his high school buddies to the sun-kissed and as-yet relatively crime-free Clifton Park Golf Course in downtown Baltimore, and a tradition was born. Although records from those early years are spotty at best, most reports suggest that Todd Berger was the first Rhino Champion. Notably, this also marked the first and only year that Todd managed to complete a Rhino without breaking at least one golf club.

The Rhino Expands

For the next several years, the Rhino remained a relatively small affair with a field of no more than 12 of Matt's high school friends. But upon graduating from the University of Virginia in 1989, Matt managed to convince a group of his college friends (including many that had never before played golf in their lives) that it would be a great idea to drive up to Baltimore for the weekend, drink enormous quantities of beer, place wagers on a variety of esoteric golfing-related events set up by wily Maryland bookies (a.k.a., Matt's high school "friends"), and pass out on the floor of Jon Sack's parents' house. It was the first of many scams designed to transfer money from neophyte UVA golfers to Matt's Maryland friends, who were clearly the only ones that had any legitimate chance to win the golf tournament. But it was also remarkably fun, and it forged the bonds for many new and lasting friendships between folks that might otherwise never have met.

With the influx of Matt's UVA and Andersen Consulting friends, the Rhino field grew steadily during the first half of the 1990s, from 18 competitors in 1989 to approximately 50 in 1994 and 1995. With greater numbers came a brief period of unofficial Delta sponsorship and one year even a blimp circling Clifton Park (although it later turned out that the blimp was part of a manhunt rather than TV coverage for the Rhino). The total prize purse for the tournament sky-rocketed, but the overall level of golf remained comfortably mediocre.

These were heady times marked by the zany antics of kids just out of college who were not yet encumbered by spouses, children, or any well-developed sense of responsibility. Put another way, this was a great time to act like an idiot. And so we did. This was the era of late-night "Caddyshack" viewings, "Pants-Down Newcomb" (choose your undergarments for Rhinos carefully!), live performances by "Side-Door Einstein," partially-clothed runs through the neighborhood carrying a torch, and numerous efforts to jump-start heavy construction equipment at Oldfields. In between all the partying, we also played some golf.

Although the Rhino provided a forum for all manner of bacchanalian frolicking in the early 1990s, a number of more serious traditions also were established during this period. Among other things, the tournament acquired an official trophy (pictured above) after one errant shot too many put an end to the useful life of an anonymous golfer's three-wood. The "broken club" was first presented to a tournament winner in 1991, and over time a tradition evolved for each subsequent champion to add one distinctive element to the trophy before returning it for the next year's event. Thus, the Broken Club Trophy is now more eclectic and personalized than a Stanley Cup or Lombardi Trophy could ever hope to be. It is also (arguably) more prestigious -- at least in some circles.

Because only a handful of people actually had a legitimate shot at winning the Rhino in any given year (see above regarding Maryland golf scams), Matt wisely created a number of goofy awards based on unique things that happened each year or his overall perception that someone really wanted (or needed) an award. These ranged from perennial favorites like "Best Dressed," "Craziest Shot," and the "Boobie Prize," to one-hit wonders like "Loudest Group" (1994), "In the Bush on 18, #1 and #2 (1995), "Best Tan Line" (1996), "Farthest Traveler" (1997), "Water Bottle Award" (1998), and "Lowest Score By A Mother" (1999).

Indeed, in 1995, with the demand for awards ever increasing, Matt added three levels of Rhino "flights," awarding prizes not only for the lowest scores overall but also for the lowest score from a golfer who had never previously broken 90 ("Brown Rhino") and for the lowest score from a golfer who had never previously broken 100 ("Rhino Virus"). Many years of litigation ensued over exactly who could qualify for which category, and the flights are now "re-indexed" every year based on a complicated formula linked to prior Rhino scores, interest rates, and current "reality TV" programs.

In addition to the "official" awards, a tradition of low-stakes but high-intensity wagering also developed at the Rhino. At nearly every pre-Rhino party, "the House" (usually some combination of Mike Curtis, Jon Sack, and Bob Weir) gives odds on each participant's chances of winning. Small differences in the odds posted for individuals that perceive themselves to be of "equal" golfing skill levels invariably provoke all manner of allegations, counter-charges, and side-bets. Indeed, the real wagering action at the Rhino is always self-created, ranging from the classic "Rudy vs. Todd" grudge match to more capricious categories like most three-putts or most trees hit during the round.

The tradition of Rhino wagering on Virginia vs. Maryland rivalries has also spawned a series of satellite events. Most notably, for the past twelve years, Rhino participants from Virginia and Maryland have squared off in a Ryder Cup-style match play event known (cleverly) as the Potomac Cup. And, to mirror the PGA Tour tradition of holding four "majors" every year, these two events led inevitably to the creation of the Fall Classic and the Ocean City Classic (with its unorthodox and egalitarian bowling component). While participation in these events is never quite as high as the Rhino or the Potomac Cup -- because some spouses apparently believe that these venerable tournaments were created solely to provide an excuse for long guys' weekends away -- all of these traditions started with the Rhino.

The Rhino has also faced its share of challenging social issues. Like the Masters (and UVA, until 1970), the Rhino was an all-male event in its first eight years -- not because of any intentionally exclusionary gender policy but simply because no woman had ever expressed any interest in playing (a fact most women attributed to their superior intelligence). All that changed in 1993, however, with the arrival of a diminutive but long-hitting former member of the Duke golf team, Ann Hall. After attending her first Rhino as a girlfriend/spectator and repeatedly thumping many long-time male Rhino participants in various golf outings throughout the D.C. area, Ann made clear that she wanted to play in 1993. And so the Rhino found itself at an important crossroads.

Despite small-scale rioting and the threat of a massive boycott by some of the more Neanderthal male Rhino participants, the Rhino quickly did the right thing, extending an invitation to Ann to play on the same terms as the men. As Matt explained later, the choice was easy because Ann wasn't looking for any special favors to compete; she just wanted to play. Thus, over a decade before the controversy between Martha Burk and "Hootie" Johnson over the admission of women to Augusta National, and many years before Annika Sorrenstam made history playing in a PGA Tour event, the Rhino was paving the way for social change.

The Move To Herndon

Although the Rhino was contested for its first twelve years at Clifton Park in Baltimore, it gradually became apparent that the tournament needed to move elsewhere. Despite all the great memories of balls hit into the front porches of row houses, shots played from grave markers in an adjoining cemetery, and marauding teenagers on bicycles trying to steal people's clubs, Clifton no longer felt like home. Thus, in 1997, after purchasing a house in Springfield with his lovely wife Cathy, Matt made the decision to move the tournament to Herndon Centennial Golf Course - giving it new Virginia roots near his new home.

The move to Herndon coincided with a general mellowing of the Rhino as its participants aged and started to have children. Although all the collateral Rhino activities continued -- the Friday "Pro-Am" round, the pre-Rhino party, and even a new Thursday Rhino poker night - these events no longer regularly concluded with some form of public nakedness or a long drunken night spent on the floor of Jon Sack's parents' house. In this latest era, Saturday afternoon moon bounces have replaced Pants-Down Newcomb as the signature of the Rhino.

Despite many changes throughout the years, one thing about the Rhino has remained constant: Matt always hit the first tee ball. In keeping with the Masters tradition of past champions hitting the opening tee shots, we have gathered every year to watch the Rhino start us on our way. Starting in 2004, however, we are going to have to carry on by ourselves.

No one can ever replace the Rhino, and we're not even going to try. The first group will be a threesome for now. But it doesn't have to stay that way. Matt always dreamed of the day when the Rhino would become a Father/Son (Mother/Daughter) event, and his boys could play along with him. When they are ready, one of the Anderson boys will hit that first tee ball and make this tournament his own. That will make the Rhino proud.