After a few lackluster shots mixed in with a few "make yo momma proud" shots, the stage is set...
The Leader: some 13 year old kid no doubt, RedLeprechaun I believe.
His Score: -19, as he sits in the clubhouse, eyeing the 18th green.
Wholesome's Score: a modest -18, as he squares up in the 18th tee box.
Wholesome hits a short tee shot, setting him up to slide the ball down the tunnel off to the left hand side of the fairway...a success. The ball gets dumped on the green 26.6 yards from glory. Just 26.6 short yards from that prey which has been in the grasp of our dear Wholesome Goodness several times, only to slip away as his fist tried to clench the elusive prize; just one putt...RedLeprechaun leans forward in his chair as Wholesome takes a moment to compose himself. He takes a sip from his closely located water glass as another cough makes him realign his putt. This is it, a gold trophy hangs in the balance but that matters not. No, this is about the record...all about the record.
After drying his forehead with a quick backhanded swipe, he approaches the ball. The putter swings back, with fluid motion. Then following a rhythm that would make a pendulum jealous, the putter glides forward and strikes the ball. Time seems to stop. In the distance you can see that even the deer have turned their heads to take notice of this momentous occasion. There is a waddle of penguins surrounding the cup to get an up close look at the ball as it travels towards its intended destination.
10 yards...
Wholesome clasps his hands "PLEASE!!!!!!!!!" he cries.
5 yards...
and then....clink!
It is accomplished.
...and is that a fist pump I see? Bamo!
3 comments:
A. Of course the rest of the world was watching Greys Anatomy... I mean after all priorities are priorities...
Glad to hear you are continuing to feel better...and way to go on the score...however, this is just further proof for sunshine and I that it was your fault we were wretched on Tuesday... your pestilence clouded our games...
Or maybe just Sunshine's cause I am still well worse than average on the game but anyways...
Have a good weekend... I am laying in supplies tommorrow cause we are supposed to get a pile of snow...I can only hope...
I was on the edge of my seat the whole time reading the post. The excitement, the anticipation, the suspense, the drama...wow!
Congrats!
How much cooler would that win have been if there was a little flaming skull next to your name? I think the victory would have been even sweeter.
Grey's Anatomy? The show where some girl is dead for 2 weeks, comes back alive, and has no brain injuries? Golf rules! Nice job DJ, even though I know exactly how your victim feels. Twice in the last 3 days, I have been sitting in the clubhouse where only an eagle in ICE #18 can beat me, and they did. As the victim, I consider you an anathema. As your friend and confidante, I congradulate you.
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