Sit back and let me tell you!

There seems to be some confusion with somes of yous. Below this entry is a "comments" link. This is for your use, please feel free to use it every once in a while, I am starting to feel unwanted (sniffle, sniffle. I only ask that your sign your name at the end of the comment so I know who it is from, come on folks this is suppose to be fun and what other outlet do you have to poke fun at me, everyone is doing it.

Well a week or so ago I wrote about how I go retarded when I play my Dad in golf. Well today we played again and I have to say the front nine went well, we both had some good shots and some bad shots and I was down by 1 after 9 holes. Neither one of use burned up the course with 48, 49 respectively. Now onto the back 9, there are times when you have to sit back and let someone get in the flow of what they are doing and enjoy the moment. Dad got hot, and really hot. He didn't hit a bad shot between 10-16, was getting playable distance (he is the big hitter now) and was chipping and putting with some authority. Ironically I was not getting frustrated like I normally do because I normally lose because of me, not necessarily because he plays better. But today he flat out beat me and what seemed like a 5 stroke lead heading into 17 actually was only a 4 stroke lead. Now this is a revelation to me because I realize that I am only back by three shots on the back nine and 4 overall. That means I was playing some pretty good golf also, hey this is fun. I pared the 17th, he bogied, 3 shots now going in the last hole and I had honors. Eighteen was even more fun because I put my tee shot within 7 feet of the pin, with a little left to right break and I was starring at a birdie. Dad was off the green, chip to within 15 feet (he was playing it safe), missed his par put and now had a 6 foot, up hill, right to left break put to bogie. So to recap I had a birdie putt, he had a treacherous bogie. Well needless to say I birdied he bogied and he won by two strokes overall (one on each 9). I shot a 43 and he shot a 42, what the fuck. It was fun, and when we both had it going, which was most of the time boy could we give each other shit!



PEACE!!!

At 10:00 PM,  Anonymous said...

Yo yo P. Large prince-wannabe, just because we're not posting doesn't mean we're not reading daily.

If you'd like I can tell everyone about the mullet you used to have? The perrrrrrrrrmed mullet.

Ha ha ha, I'm so funny.

~Lil Sis

 

At 1:39 AM,  Anonymous said...

This evening when I went on the computer, dad immediately asked, "did you read Paul's blog? Did he have any comment about our golf game today?" It's quite late right now, but tomorrow I'll let him know first thing that he needs to read your blog on the golf game. He'll be so pleased! Mom

 

At 3:48 AM,  P.Large said...

Hey the scarry thing is remember what I had befor the permed mullet? It was an improvement!

 

At 11:17 AM,  Anonymous said...

When you win a horse race, nobody remembers whether you won by 12 lengths or a nose. A win is a win! It doesn't matter whether "you got it going or not". A champion is still the champion. I still wear the crown. I almost let you win like your mom said I should. Actually, if I ever lose, I'll just say that your mother made me do it.

Love ya Paul,

Dad

 

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