Bad-golfers indeed!
Calvin and I played nine at the Country Club last week. It was a pretty miserable outing, but we had a fun time anyway. Two bad-golfers out on a gorgeous day, hitting the stupid little white ball every which way but straight. The badness of our game has blotted out some of the details, but a few high points stand out: The first tee, where I usually have a good start on things, I hit the first ball 30 feet and the second ball a miserable pop fly off to the right. Being a proud man I only allow myself one mulligan per tee, so I had to play the terrible second shot and actually hit a pretty good mashie. One of the few good shots of my day. But of course, it being fall, there are lots of leaves lying around on the fairway just waiting to hide a ball, so my nice mashie effort got lost, the first ball of many on this day to disappear completely into golf-ball purgatory. Maybe I'll find them next season. "Calvin, be sure to hit it to the right of the fairway here on two," and...