Today, I had the opportunity to go to Flatonia, TX and play
golf with my father. I say ‘play golf,’
but it might be more accurate to say that we went hunting, since we spent more
time in the woods ‘hunting’ for our wayward golf balls, than we actually did on
the golf course. It might not seem
possible, but I had a few drives off the tee box that actually went for negative
yards. It was so bad, that my father
actually said that the safest place for him to stand was directly in front of
me.
I found that the true strength of my golf game was in…well,
in nothing. Let me put it in perspective
for you. I managed to 14-putt a hole…it
was a par 3. I managed to suck in every
aspect of the game. I guess that’s not
entirely true. I became a master of the
worm-burner, which became useful when we were trying to hit out from under the
trees…which as I said above was quite often!
We played best ball, so my father’s drives compensated for my lack off
the tee box. His fairway game and short
game compensated for my lack in those areas as well. I had some sweet shots with a 6 iron, and I
had a single hole that I managed to bogey all on my own. Otherwise, I was just there to make his game
look better.
Later in the evening, we went to the Flatonia High School
football game. Well, I went for the
football. My father went for the
cheerleaders, and my stepmother went for the socializing and people
watching. My wife didn’t want to go at
all, which was fine, because then I didn’t have to explain the game to
her! I’d like to say that it was a good
game, but it was more like watching a train wreck from both sides. Of course, that could be in part because I’ve
been watching high school football in the Dallas area, where all of the high
schools are ranked as the top schools in the state. Oh well, train wreck or not, it’s hard to go
wrong when you’re watching football (unless it was that Seattle-Denver debacle
in last year’s Super Bowl).
Tomorrow is some car maintenance before we hit the road for
Arkansas.
