My son and I decided to play a round of golf one
Sunday not knowing that the course we chose was
hosting a 2-man scramble that day. The owner of
the course invited us to join in the event and said
we would be paired with he and his partner. We
decided, why not, and joined in the fun.
We were having a grand time playing together
and enjoying the competition. My son is a rather
large young man and is a member of the Eastern
Michigan University football team. He can hit a
golf ball prodigious lengths, but sometimes has
difficulty hitting it in the right direction.
He is the epitome of the old saying, “drive
for show and putt for dough.” The truth
hurts at times.
The course was an older design and the
holes were compact to say the least. On the
fourth hole my son unleashed a monstrous
effort that was so far off-line it was heading
two holes over. It headed right for a group
on a tee box some 280 yards away.
We both yelled “FORE!” and hoped no
one would be seriously injured from the
miss hit. As we approached the group of
Asian gentlemen, we saw my son’s ball
sitting beside one of the older members
of the group and he did not appear to be
excited to see us.
My son immediately apologized, but it was
evident they were not buying it, until we
both disembarked from our cart.
I am a rather large individual and did
I mention my son is a large collegiate
football player, well the look on their faces
as we approached was, as they say in the
MasterCard ads, “Priceless.”
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