Ok, so I didn't make a post yesterday. I have a good reason. I played a round of golf the day before. It beat the living hell out me, that what it did. Had leg cramps all night long, got bout 4 hours sleep an' I was grouchy as hell when I finally jump out of bed at 9am oclock. Spilled coffee grounds all over the floor and step slap in the dog water bowl. All that before I even knowed what day it were.
Then I hit the couch. Uh huh, the old Billy Bob laid back all day "do'n nuttin".
That golf game the other day was hell. It were 101 degs, humidity right bout 90% or so and my score was a ridiculous 101....same as the temp. I don't never, ever, hit over 100....never. What the hell happen? Climb'n up and down hills, traisp'n through the woods look'n for my ball, wipe'n sweat out my eyes....it were terrible. I'm bout to hang up them clubs an' never ever swak another golf ball. Well maybe not. Wayne wants to sell me his brand new Callaway clubs he just bought. What ya think???
This morn'n here come Robert munbl'n something bout go'n golf ball swak'n. I had to do some think'n bout that after the terrible day at the golf course the other day and what suffering I went through that night. Well, he done twisted my only good arm I got left an' off we went to the golf course. Hey, I feels pretty good....hit that ball a hunnert mile....that what I did. By the end of the first nine holes, I had accumulated 13 strokes over par. This ain't good ya know. At this rate, I gonna have another terrible score by days end.
Son Robert beat his daddy only one time in his whole life time. That's it, only one time. And that was a few years ago when I was play'n on a walker. Well anyhows, there weren't no way I could let this happen again, so's I took that back nine holes a little more serious. "Concentrate Billy Bob, swak it a hunnert mile". For the course we was play'n, a score of 97 ain't all that bad for retired old farts hit'n from the middle tees. But I did better than that.....95. And beat my sons ass. I plays golf like I do my fish'n....ya catch yer own. I ain't giv'n ya nuttin.
That's it....I ain't got nuttin else to write about.
Point Mallard golf course is very nice and $25 with a cart after 1400. I hope to try it tomorrow.
ReplyDelete1400.....is that 8pm????
ReplyDeleteI knew Navy men couldn't tell time.
ReplyDeleteHee hee....sure I can tell time.....it's 27hunnert right now.
DeleteYou guys make golf sound like a lot of fun, maybe I should take up that sport. . . Nay, I don't think so, I would rather go fishing.
ReplyDeleteOk Dizzy, so ya ain't gonna go golf ball swak'n. Ya ain't got no fish in your swamp. Thare trees in the way to get the MH out the yard. So what ya gonna do????
DeleteGotta be some way to incorporate the two sports into one, don't ya think?
ReplyDeleteThere is Jim....many times I went fishing for my golf ball in the water hazards.
Delete101 over par? unbelieveable. WOW
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ReplyDeleteI only play golf when the temp is between 68 - 90, other times I'm too sissified, but Hubby is out there now having a swack. Plays 4 - 5 times a week if he can. But your scores sound great - especially if your only play a few times a year. I know Hubby would love to have those scores on a regular basis. I play with a group of ladies - the 9 & Wine - who don't keep scores, only play 9 holes, and drink wine if the shot is good, bad, or just because - Lots of Fun!
95 ? Well how did you do on the second hole ?
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