2015 Top Golf with the Creek Crew

Coach in Green, Golf Swings, and 25 Years of Glory: The Reunion That Hit Different

Twenty-five years. That’s how long it had been since high school. A full quarter-century since we last ran wind sprints, wore matching warmups, and thought stretching was for the weak. But somehow, against all odds and adult responsibilities, a bunch of us managed to reunite for beers, bad swings, and belly laughs—with none other than the legend himself: Coach Robert Weber. The guy in green. The myth. The man who once made us run suicides for breathing too loudly during warm-ups.

We met at Topgolf, because nothing says “we’re still young and athletic” like whiffing golf balls while holding a beer. The moment Coach walked in wearing his signature green polo—like he’d just stepped out of a time capsule—we knew this night was going to be one for the books.

🏌️‍♂️ The Warm-Up: Trash Talk and Trauma Bonding

The first five minutes were pure chaos. Jake Stoval was already talking smack like it was 1998, Gregg Dore showed up with a swing that looked suspiciously he pulled a muscle before he even lifted a club, and Rick Walker bought a round full of “reunion essentials” (read: beer and beef jerky). Coach Weber stood there grinning like a proud dad at a dysfunctional family reunion.

“Y’all still look out of shape,” he said, cracking open a beer. “But at least now you can legally drink.”

We toasted to that.

Then came the warm-up swings. If you’ve never seen a group of former athletes try to golf after 25 years of desk jobs, dad bods, and questionable flexibility, it’s like watching penguins try parkour. Jake nearly threw his back out. Gregg hit the ball backward. Rick somehow hit two balls at once. Coach? He nailed his first shot like he’d been secretly training for this moment since Clinton was in office.

🍻 Beers, Burgers, and Brutal Honesty

We ordered enough food to feed a small army—nachos, wings, sliders, and something called “golf fries” that tasted like victory. The beers flowed, the stories got louder, and the memories came flooding back.

Coach Weber told the infamous tale of the time he caught Jake and Rick sneaking out during a team retreat and made them run laps in their pajamas. Gregg brought up the “Great Locker Room Water Balloon War,” and suddenly we were all laughing so hard the waitress asked if we were celebrating something.

“Just surviving adulthood,” I said. “And Coach’s metabolism.”

🎯 Topgolf: Where Accuracy Goes to Die

Once the drinks kicked in, our golf game devolved into a comedy show. Jake tried to Happy Gilmore his shot and nearly took out a light fixture. Gregg spent five minutes lining up his swing only to hit the tee. Not the ball. Just the tee. Rick Walker hit a ball so hard it ricocheted off the net and landed in someone’s nachos.

Coach, meanwhile, was casually racking up points like it was a varsity match. Every time he hit a target, he’d sip his beer and say, “Still got it.” We started calling him “Green Machine.” He didn’t hate it.

At one point, we tried a group swing challenge. Five of us lined up and swung simultaneously. The result? One solid hit, one complete miss, one dropped club. Coach just shook his head and muttered, “I taught you better than this.”

🕺 The Aftermath: Deep Talks and Dad Jokes

As the night wore on, the vibe shifted from rowdy to reflective. We talked about careers, kids, heartbreaks, and how none of us really understand TikTok. Coach Weber shared stories about his grandkids and how he still volunteers at the high school. Someone asked if he missed coaching.

“Every day,” he said. “But nights like this? They make up for it.”

We all got a little misty-eyed. Then Jake burped loudly and ruined the moment. Classic.

📸 Group Pic or It Didn’t Happen

Before we left, we took a group photo—Coach in the middle, still rocking that green polo like a badge of honor. We looked older, sure. A little rounder. A little grayer. But the energy? Still electric.

We promised to do it again soon. We probably won’t. But for one night, we were back in the game—laughing, swinging, and remembering why Coach Weber was more than just a coach. He was the glue, the grit, and the guy who never let us quit.

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