So I only had 10 golf balls left. One golf ball...an orange one I had, I lost on the every first hole and the very first hit. mean, how can you lose an ORANGE golf ball in the rough? I couldn't find the damn thing. I knew it was dad messing with me. after that, I never lost a ball, hahahhaha. again dad messing with me. I came out of that game with a 46, a typical Dad score on 9 holes. I played the yellow senior tees which are shorter. I parred the short hole. Of course Dad nudged that one in for me.
i got stuck behind a five-some with three carts after 5 holes. they wave me through but watched me hit one way left into the rough and so they took off ahead. I found the damned ball and hit it close to the green. Fuck them, whatever they may have been muttering about that lousy golfer behind them, I got a 5 on that hole. hahahahahaha.
After that I decided to switch courses (there are four) and cheated, played another short hole and then a long one on hole 8, then I quit and went back to the clubhouse, got my nine holes in for a full game. those five guys actually did me a favor by being there and slowing me down so I would relax and take my tine. And then force me to a short hole again that helped keep my score down, lol. "Here son, let's go over to this hole, these guys in front of us are a pain in the neck" dad would have said.
But obviously, fathers day and then dad's 100th made me think of golf and forced me to go out by myself and play. Just sort of being with Dad in the only way I know how was enough to celebrate in a quiet way with no tears shed. Just a smile on my face, knowing that dad was with me the whole game. Or my score would have been Tom Timlin's 61 instead of Paul's 46, lol.






1 comment:
wow,your dad and mom loo so young.good post
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