Today was the day!

there is an interesting thing about dads and their sons and when I mean interesting I mean piss me off interesting. It seems that when the son goes and does something by himself or without dad in sight he does better, but when dad is involved, son goes retarded.

Case in point, my golf game. On my Mondays post I promptly explained that I had a great day golfing with my buddy parry and broke 90 for the first time in my life. Now I am pumped up and can't wait to play my dad, who by the way is 64 and can't hit a driver 200 yards off the tee and who I have never beaten. But for some reason when I play my dad I get stupid, I play just good enough not to embarrass myself but not good enough to beat him. Today we played in Appleton on a really nice course and I lost by 5 or 6 strokes but the real tragedy is that I had 2 or 3 holes where it all collapsed and that was enough for him to over take me. He sinks putts that he shouldn't sink and he hits approach shots that should be short or kick away from the hole, but NO!!!!!. He gets just about every roll and break; it is truly "interesting". What I know now, having 2 sons of my own is that it works in reverse, the son can't beat the dad and the dad won't let the son beat him. If you ask my dad he will be the first to tell you that he normally doesn't shoot any different any other day, just that when he plays me he feels there is more of a challenge and he thrives on challenge. I always said that my Dad had "it", I am not sure what "it" is but he has it. Asshole!

I love ya dad.

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