Form is temporary, class is permanent.  Time will tell if Turbo's winning streak is the former, or the latter.  Nevertheless, a couple of 10 pointers on the bounce is the sort of form for which Alan Pardue is famous.
Terry Connor on the other hand, seems to have been coaching DJ and Tate, and their relegation form is plain for all to see.  Now both will claim that they are returning from long-term injury - knee in one case, brain in the other - though it is uncertain as to which ailment applies to whom.
Turbos individual success was only good enough to win the overall match, with each nine being shared.  Support from Tate and Stan was variable at best.  For the opponents, Fat-Boy was primarily responsible for making a game of it - neither Nance nor DJ made a significant contribution.  
Fat-Boy's steady performance was noticeably interrupted on the 14th.  A beautifully struck 5 iron approach was still rising when it passed over the scout hut some 50 yards out of bounds. The "provisional" went the same way - a magnificent pair of BOOBs - something often said of the Fat-Boy.  The "provisional-provisional" was marginally better, nevertheless a mammae erraticae was the end-result - probably a first, even for Muffins.  We doubt there'll be any takers to seek to verify the location the 3rd-nipple, however.  Fat-Boy finally overcame his tin-cup moment by hitting his 4th attempt fat - maybe he should have tried that in the first place.  A similar strategy was adopted by DJ on the 18th - when attempting a 150 yards approach to the top of the hill, DJ elected to take driver rather than 8-iron - his strategy being that he would hit it fat, albeit straight.  Spot-on as it turned out - if only those on the tour could predict a shot and execute it with such confidence, then success would be assured.