A caption for a photograph accompanying an article about a D.C. police golf tournament in last week's District Weekly incorrectly identified one of the golfers pictured. The golfer was not Walter B. Ridley, director of the D.C. Department of Corrections, but Lt. Reginald Smith, police department spokesman. (Published 8/30/90)

D.C. Police Chief Isaac Fulwood Jr. jumped into his vehicle and sped away, hot on the fugitive's trail.

As the city's top law enforcement officer closed in, he shook his head with regret as the fugitive lay lifeless in the grass.

What a shame, he thought. What a shame.

Had he only kept his head down on the opening drive, he might not have sliced the ball and landed it in the rough. He also would not have had to maneuver his golf cart so embarrassingly far from the fairway.

It was not an auspicious beginning, but Fulwood would recover and the Second Annual Metropolitan Police Department Golf Tournament -- dubbed "Golfing for the Future of our Youth" -- would go off unhitched. No fatalities. No arrests. Only a few bruised egos.

More than 250 golfers came to the Langston Golf Course last Friday for a team tournament designed to bring together police, city officials and business leaders and to raise money for police youth programs.

Golfers paid $50 to participate. Businesses also fielded teams and paid $150 to $300 to sponsor tees, fairways and holes.

Fulwood said he started the tournament to bring together people who might not ordinarily meet.

Last year the event, with fewer sponsors, raised $6,000. This year, he was projecting a heftier $21,000, which he said would go to the Metropolitan Police Boys & Girls clubs and pay for a September trip for underprivileged children to the National Zoo.

The golfers played "scramble," a team game in which each member of a foursome hits a shot, but only the best shot counts. Each player then takes a shot from the position of the previous best shot. One score is reported for the entire team. Scramble speeds up golf's ordinarily creeping pace, and because one score is recorded for the team, everyone looks good.

On his first hole -- a 483 yard, par 5 -- the chief's drive was the worst of his foursome, which included D.C. Department of Corrections Director Walter B. Ridley; Lt. Reginald Smith, a police spokesman; and security officer Tony Batuyong. So each of them hit from the spot where Ridley's ball landed.

Fullwood's shot turned out to be his team's best, and when Ridley next lofted a shot onto the green, the team was eight feet from a birdie.

Ridley, in a pink River Club golf cap, had the first chance to sink the putt. He hunched over, delicately tapped the ball and watched it roll into the hole.

The four grown men leapt into the air, let out whoops and exchanged police issue high-fives.

"I love it," bellowed Fulwood. "What's that M.C. Hammer song? They can't touch us."

The chief, alas, was wrong. Several teams not only touched his team, but passed it by a mile. The Fulwood foursome finished with a score of 69, three under par. The winners shot a 55 for a remarkable 22 under par.

The chief turned duffer refused to wallow in defeat. "It's a great day whether you win or lose."