Yea, yea, yea

Well dad and I played golf again yesterday and the weather was miserable. It was cold and rainy and on the front 9 I didn't play particularity good, shot a 50. As we walked up to the 9th green the wind picked up and blew in some heavy drizzle. Not really a full rain but not a light drizzle either, fuck I was cold. Ironically it wasn't my legs that got cold because of the shorts I was wearing it was my head letting the heat escape. Dad gave me a cap and all was right with the world.

I have figured out that when dad needs a ego boost he calls me to play, and yet again he shot out of his mind (along with acts of god on 16). He shot a 40 on the front and 43 on the back for a 83. He was putting for a 39 on the 9th hole, what the fuck!

back 9 was fun, we played pretty equal. Oh what was that? You want to know about the acts of god. Well I wasn't going to bring it up because who am I to question His will but on 16 we have an approach shot of 150 yards or so. The divine one hits his ball and it starts to fade to the right toward the water, oh did I say we were tied score on the back 9 up to that point? Oh I didn't ?Well anyway it is fading, fading, fading...........Off the rocks (this is it, the collapse I have been waiting for)...........

Where the fuck did the ball go? we both lost it in the grey sky as it darted up off the rocks. nothing good can come of this...........well only for the divine one it can because as it would happen to be the ball shot back up in the air and landed 2 feet from the green, middle of the fairway...............LOL. I have been so trained by the divine ones luck that as I saw the ball hit the rocks my eyes went directly to the front of the green. I knew that there was no way that ball was hitting the water..............Shit I need to be a disciple and write "the gospel of the divine one". I just bask in thees light.......

At 7:55 PM,  Anonymous said...

There are two sides to every story. Paul shows up to play golf on a day when the high temperature is suppose to hit 58, forecast is for rain and gusty winds. Daa! Shorts are not the order of the day. I think it was a macho thing.

It is a little know fact that his competition is a 64 year old, tired old man playing a 32 year old virile young man one half his age with supple muscles. The old man dressed warm. That is not a difficult advantage. The old man hits his drives longer. The old man hits it straight. And the old man doesn't pay any attention to the psychological warfare such as "hit the hell out of the ball old man". That is suppose to cause me to think deeply about what I do and maybe screw up. What Paul doesn't know is I was thinking clearly. I was warm.

As far as the divine intervention shit, my view is that when a ball hits a rock it can bounce in any direction any what is wrong with it flying to the middle of the fairway rather than dumping in the water. I call that a statistical anomoly. For once the ball bounced in my way.

Paul must remember these wonderful outings because one of these days he will have to WORK and he won't be able to find the time to play golf. The good news is he has his priorities straight.

Wisdom is a wonderful thing.

Love you Paul

Anonymous Dad

 

At 8:05 PM,  P.Large said...

was it a statistical anomoly when jesus walked on water, or changed water to wine, or fed the masses? Only a man as pure and divine could make such a feat as a ball off a rock middle of the fairway.......truely inspirational........

 

At 3:37 PM,  Anonymous said...

Dumb ass and son of dumb ass?

 

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