A Great Day For Golf
It was a great day for golf here in the South. Instead of a mid 90s blaze it was 85 with a light breeze, and it seemed like the wind was at our back all day.
I knew we were in for a good day of it. I drew “Doc” as my “A” player today. Doc is not a real Doc, except he wanted to be a gynecologist until he flunked Organic Chemistry, but got his name ’cause his father was a Doc Watson fan.
Doc is a genuine “A” man who only missed the sectionals for the Senior Open by a shot two years ago, so he can play. As good as he is, he never complains if you foul up. When I missed a five footer for birdie on one hole, he said “It ain’t nuttin’ but a thing Doc, there was a lot of chicken left on that bone,” which means no one makes ‘em all and five feet is long enough you can’t feel too bad about it. I wished I’d made it, but Doc knows how to keep the team’s spirits up.
Doc was a house a fire today- shot 68- and I was my usual 78. I play golf like I doctor- boring, predictable, few mistakes, no drama. I guess I just wasn’t born to be a spectacular kinda guy.
Our “C” man was Jean Claude, who turned 75 over the winter, so he got to move up to the gold tees this year. Jean Claude moved here from France after the War, and still says “Merci” when you say, “Good shot.” He might have a bit of age on him, but anyone who spent their summer vacations outwitting the Nazis is tough by definition. He has a lot of great stories to tell about how they’d put sand in the German tanks at night to gum up the engines. I’m glad they didn’t catch the little fellow.
Jean Claude was a little upset today- he missed a putt on the last hole and shot 76. It wasn’t so much he coulda shot his age, but if it’d gone in we woulda won the back nine bet, too. Jean Claude is a team player from way back to his days with the French Resistance. Doc shot 31 on the front, so we won the front and the overall. I told Jean Claude not to worry. It was just a thing, and there was a lot of chicken left on the bone- it seemed to make him feel better.
As per family custom (for those of you new to the blog) I put the golf money I won at Marfar’s place at the table. She wanted to take me out to eat and rent a chick flick. I ain’t that much for chick flicks, but it’s her money, so I’m all about it. If your wife wants to take you out to eat with her mad money, I figure a fellow is obliged to go and watch whatever she wants to see.
After the match, I went to my eye appointment. I was sure I was O.K. ’cause I saw everyone’s shots land all day. I noticed Doc missed several of the right breakers- he coulda shot 65 easy. I wonder if he has a cataract in his dominant eye. I better call him when I get home. Come to think of it, it’ll have to wait till tomorrow. I’ve gotta catch a chick flick.
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