So yesterday, I get to the office at about 7:30 after a couple buckets of balls on the range. At about 8:46 after I got settled, caught up on the 83 emails I receivedin the last 8 hours, grabbed a cup of Java in my Spam Mug and accomplished the 8:30 ritual, I got the itch to go play a round of golf. The day pretty much dragged on as I looked out the window at the clear sky’s and 60 degree weather, at least that is what www.weather.com told me it was. I believed it too as the people were popping out of the sidewalks, the Harleydudes were driving their cycles and the sunroofs were open, urging me to want to have a window that opens to see if I could toss my laptop into an open one. Needless today, I was in the office, craving a round of golf. I have to brag a little bit here because I am pretty much the nicest hubby around, I encouraged Kelsey to find somebody to play with cause she hasn’t been able to get out much, I offered to hang with Ella while she went golfing, but since she was unsuccessful rounding up a last minute golfer, I headed up to Engerafter work. Obviously the course is packed, cause it is a super nice day and I doubted that I was even going to be able to get squeezed in, but since I paid my season dues, they squeezed me in with a 2 some going out the front. The 2 I got paired with was a real treat. The dude was a guy named Chris that works up at a bank somewhere in the Miller Hill Mall area, TCI or something like that and the other was This Gal. Chris plays golf like 4 days a week, but he is a member over at Nemadji, I’m not sure how often Jamie plays, but it must be sort of often cause she was decent… she played from the yellows and had a chip in birdie on a hole.
The number 1 highlight of the round for me was on number 2, a decently long down hill par 5. The group ahead of us was no where in site and the flag was waving on the green, so I figured they were gone. I was about 250 out, so I tried hitting a high fade into the green, but I caught it pretty thin and faded it about 50 yards short of the green and over to the right down below a hill. After I cleaned off the club and started walking, the dude from the group ahead of us comes walking out from behind the hill I just hit it near. So I thought for sure that I buzzed this dudes tower, which would have served him right for disappearing without leaving his bag out in sight or something. So we let those dudes get on the green before heading up too far, I think we were chillin at the 100 yard marker and Chris asked me where I ended up, I pointed to the little gully and told him I was on the side of the hill over there. Chris came back with one of the best responses I have ever heard, he said, “Whaddju bomb it in his effing pocket?” Doing my best not to fall over laughing, I told him that I thought it was pretty close and headed up the fairway. Maybe it wasn’t all that funny, but the way he spit it out, it was pretty hilarious. So we let them finish up and continued to play the hole and when we wrapped up and got over to number 3 tee, they were still waiting to tee off and I confirmed that I didn’t bomb it into his pocket and apologized… I guess it wasn’t close, cause he was farting around over on 3, he sliced his more than mine. Needless to say, bomb it into his pocket came out a few more times over the next 7 holes, but none were as key as the first one.
The second biggest highlight was Jamie’s birdie on the par 3 6th. For those of you that don’t know what the par 3 6th looks like, check it out. We have a front middle pin location probably a 5 mph wind at our back. I tee it up first and hit one short left, Chris tees it up second and hits one about 5 yards away from number 7 tee box, no I am not joking, pretty sweet shot to get it over there actually:) Jamie tees it up last and hits it on the side hill that goes from the 6th green up to the 7th tee box. So I chip mine up and wait for Chris.. he blades his second and almost hits Jamie, with some fancy footwork, she avoids injury. Now its Jamie’s turn, she is faced with a down hill chip with about 40 feet of green to work with, but the green is running away and it is pretty fast. sure enough, she plays the perfect shot, chips it down, lands on the fringe and funnels its way down towards the hole… Tiger woods like, the ball hangs on the lip just for a split second and falls in. Chris is jumping up and down cheering, I’m getting ready to try to save par, pretty much in shock and all Jamie says is, “did that just happen?” A memory of a lifetime has been made, on we go…
The third highlight of the round comes out on number 9. 9 is anotherpar 5, decently long, but reachable in 2 witha good drive and either a smooth fairway wood or a smashed 3 iron or something… So I bomb my drive, yes we talked about bombing it into somebody’spocket before I actually hit. Chris duff’s his first one, but we know we can’t end the day with a drive like that, so the birdie girl is ordered to the cart to get a new ball… she retrieves the ball and Chris bombs it about 40 yards short of where mine ended up… He is pretty surprised where he ended up in comparison, but I informed him that I got some roll because I landed on a higher elevation while he landed in a low spot on the fairway and stuck, actually sucked back a couple inches. after some deliberation, Chris decides to Bomb the 3 wood to see if he can reach the green in two… Do I need to remind anybody that the first tee shot was duffed? Good. So Chris takes a nice big wind up and takes a John Daly (undrunk) swing out of his shoes swipe at the ball… It actually sounded like he hit it good, so I tried to track the ball, but I never found it as I gazed down the fairway. I look back to find Chris digging the ball out of the ground, in the exact same spot where he took the hack at the ball… somehow he topped the ball so bad that it drove the ball straight down into the ground as the club head came through the zone… something I have never seen before, but it was totally sweet.
No matter who you golf with, anytime you are on the golf course, there is always at least one story to take home… But ther is not much that beats, “Bomb it in his effing pocket”
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