Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Suicidal Top Flite

I was caddying once again for my dad at a golf course. His preferred golf ball is Top Flite. He took great pains to lay up on a couple of holes to make sure not to lose a ball to the creek. And he was successful, he did not lose one ball that he hit into the creek.

So that once again is... he did not lose one ball that he hit to the creek.

Meanwhile I was pulling the cart across a concrete bridge when the vibration of the uneven ground must've shook loose this ball that he had in the holder on the cart. Next thing I knew I heard that telltale "clank clank" of a ball on concrete. At first I was alarmed that someone had nearly missed me. Then I realized that the ball from the cart was missing and had made a jump for the creek.

Talk about inevitable.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

what

Yeah, I know. Whatever. LOL I just haven't felt up to writing.

I'll resort back to funny stories from the golf course. That seems to be a bulk of what I write about.

So I was playing with my dad and two of his friends/golfing buddies. My dad took his second shot after his tee shot and did a great job getting on the green. There was a crow on the ground nearby and after my dad swung, the crow said "Caw! Caw! Caw!"

His friends said "Great shot!" "Good job!" And then one of them said "Even the crow thought it was great. He said: Great! Shot! Dude!"

So we're joking around as always, being self deprecating as usual (it's all just for fun and we all have the same humor) and the next guy sets up for his shot. The crow is still in the same place and my dad says "Let's see what the crow will have to say when you're done."

The guy, about to swing, says "He'll probably just take a dump."