Golf'n Friday

Yesterdays adventure took place at the local golf ball swak'n establishment. I arrived at the assigned location with a bag full of golf ball swak'n sticks and a hand full of golf'n balls. It was the beginning of a beautiful sunshiny afternoon, with a slight breeze out of the southeast. A high speed cart was chosen to carry me around the course from tee box to tee box.

At the first tee box, on hole number 1, I met up with a couple younger fellers what agreed to play along with me in a team effort to keep track of and locate my ill hit golf balls. To my total surprise, no balls were lost, wet or mutilated by concrete cart paths.

I started the round with my first hit ball not more than 3 feet from a water hazard on the left. Damn, that were close. That's not where I were aim'n. Ya see, in the popular game of golf, the course designers design a patch of short cut grass what they call a fareway. That's where ya aim at when ya rare back an' swak your golf ball. Some players are more proficient than others. The old Billy Bob learnt many years ago how to play his second shot out of high grass, from behind trees and out of water hazards. Today was no exception of the rule. After the first hole, I knowed I was gonna have me a good day. I scored 5 strokes on a par 4. This went on for the first nine holes with a decent score of 44.

At hole #10, the two younger fellers packed up an' went off down the road a piece. This left the old Billy Bob to finish out the round all by his self. On hole 11, I had teamed up again with 3 fellers just learn'n to swak golf'n balls. They also agreed to help the old Billy Bob keep track of his balls. That's when I began to "fall apart". Got me a triple bogie  (3 strokes over par) an' then a back to back double bogie (2 strokes over par). Now the old Billy Bob is a serious kind of golfer an' this shit don't sit too well when attempting to score a good round. I made up for some them extra strokes and ended up with a decent 18 hole score of 94.

Then I went to the "greasy churn" buffet an' loaded up a couple plates of some fine eat'n. Yesterdays....or to be more specific, two day old, macaroni an' cheese sucked. It were all dried out an' hurt my teeth to chew the stuff. Kind of like chew'n on the gristle on a pork spare rib.  The salad was superb. 

Today is windy. Today is partly cloudy. Today kind of sucks. There ain't a thing wrong with the 75 deg temp, but the wind...the damn wind is blow'n. Have ya ever wash your car in the wind? Well, that's my plan for today.....here in a little bit. That poor "that jeep" ain't been washed in bout a year. And ya can tell just by look'n at it. It's so dirty ya cain't see the gray paint for all the dirt an' stuff on it. When I got in it yesterday, I couldn't hardly see out the windshield. Cranked up the winder washer thingy an' mud come off'n there.  

We was talk'n bout sav'n blog posts the other day. I'm still wait'n for Trouble to tell me how she save them with comments. When I save mine, the way I do it, the comments are a internet link. That means ya gotta be online to see them. If'n any of ya follow John Wells at "the field lab" (link over there on the right). he had his old posts printed in book form. Bet ya a buck that costed him some pocket change. Don't think I would want my blog to be in book form. Although, they would last for a hunnert years. But I ain't gonna live that long anyhows.

Ok....that's it for today. Laters.