A pretty impressive streak that few people know about came to an abrupt end on Sunday.While this event wouldn’t appear as a blip on a radar screen compared with attractions like the section track meet and baseball tournament games I covered this week in terms of significance, it was a big deal for some current and former Rock County residents — including myself.After nine years of taking golf beatings from Brian DeJongh and my 12-year-old son, Nick, it feels great to say I’m no longer their personal whipping boy.On Sunday, with my partners Jill Meier and Wendi Schalekamp leading the way, our threesome was able to celebrate a nine-hole scrambler win over my boy and Brian.Playing with many different partners, I’ve squared off against these worthy opponents more than 30 times.While there were some competitive matches over the years, the outcome always remained the same. Brian would be wearing the smile of a winner, and his laugh could be heard from one end of the course to the other after he ordered Nick to prance around the green with the pin once their victory was secured.Winning these matches became a common occurrence for the Brian-Nick combination. As their conquests became repetitive, they started referring to themselves as "The Dominators."On Sunday, The Dominators truly were dominant during the first nine-hole round of play.By converting two birdies and one eagle, they coasted to an easy 6-1 win under our match play scoring rules.They were red hot, and we felt fortunate to tie them on the third and seventh holes of the competition before securing our lone point on the ninth hole.The win, however, caused our opponents to become complacent.While Jill was asking The Dominators to give us some strokes as the first round played out, I was devising a different course of action.I even held my tongue when The Dominators were saying things like "beating three girls wasn’t one of their greatest triumphs." I took their barbs in stride because my plan was designed to take advantage of the overconfidence they were displaying.So, as we entered the clubhouse for a between-round beverage, I laid the bait.Much to Jill’s displeasure, I told The Dominators that they didn’t have to give us any stroke advantages for the second round.Then I went on record to say that they should award us one-half of one point for every hole we match scores on during the final round.Feeling giddy about their lop-sided rout in the first round, Nick accepted the challenge without hesitation. Nick balked about the terms a little bit, but he soon fell in line with his partner.The funny thing about golf is how fortunes can change from one round to the next. If The Dominators didn’t realize this before Sunday, they do now.Instead of sporting the two-point lead they enjoyed after two holes of play during the front nine, our opponents found themselves facing a one-point deficit when we matched their scores on the back nine.Some doubt seemed to creep into their thinking at that point, and they decided we shouldn’t be awarded a half-point if we happened to match their score on ensuing par-3.We agreed to their request to throw out the half-point clause on par-3s, but it didn’t matter. Wendi’s tee shot on the third hole came to rest four feet away from the pin, and she drained the birdie putt to give us a two-point advantage.The Dominators did battle back to earn points on two of the next four holes, but they trailed by one-half point with two holes left to play.When we made par on the eighth hole and our opponents recorded a bogey five, eight years of frustration was washed away as Jill and I took turns prancing around the green with the pin waving wildly in our hands.On second thought, I wish I wouldn’t have taken part in that Terrell Owen-type of celebration on the eighth green. I was always told to act like you’ve been there before when an unlikely win falls in your lap, and I should have acted like that.On the other hand, I’ve never been on the winning side of a golf match against Brian and Nick before, and I decided the time was right to barb my opponents as we dined in the clubhouse after the match.After Brian raised a glass to toast The Dominators and their extended winning streak spanning over nine summers, I could hold my tongue no longer.After interrupting the toast, I unveiled their new team name."The Dominated."