Actually a fun 104, if there is such a thing. My son Rob called me from the middle of exams at Roger Williams College and asked me to play golf this afternoon. We teed off around 3:30 from the par 3 tenth at RICC. Cold and windy, I grabbed my driver (because remember, I hit like a girl,) Rob laughed at me (he really respects me as a Dad) with some mid iron in his hand, and I feathered the fucker 30" from the pin. BIRDIE! If anyone says I shit my pants on that 30" putt, there are no pictures. It is a lie, that is my story, and I am sticking to it. At that point, I should have gone home, REALLY. I was sitting under par, the gallery (they follow me when things are rolling... you saw The Beautiful Mind, right?). But no, I continued to play and waited for my game to come around. Chunk, whiff, pull... I really started to get it all going. At one point I really started to feel badly for my ball. It was a pro-v1, a gift, and it really deserved a better owner than me.
God, I suck.
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Sandy Peckham Marcks notes "Btw in your latest blog you mentioned you hit like a girl. Is that a bad thing?"
ReplyDeleteMy Response - Its an insult to all girls everywhere...I am petitioning the club for my own tee box in front of the nine holers. Sorry.