In golf an ace is really fun, but can be costly
Some sports have some nutty responses.
When a football team is about to win a game, players like to dump Gatorade on the coach’s head.
When a golfer hits a hole-in-one he’s expected to buy drinks for everyone in the bar, passersby and invitees.
It just ain’t right. It’s the hitter who should be boughten for. Yes, I’ve been the victim of this totally misplaced acknowledgment celebration.
So has Bob Holt, minister of Christ the King’s church in Oxford.
Further, his opponent was the owner of Oxford Hills and Country Club, Bob Hubbard, who wouldn’t let the other Bob enjoy a little more glory, but went on to win the match, by two shots, 35-37. Hubbard hasn’t had a legitimate below par round in many years.
I was sitting there participating in the fellowship as Pastor Bob came in. Amidst the applause I heard him say, ‘I’ll buy one round for everyone.?
Gracious Bob. Ungracious fellow golfers. One guy with me volunteered to take the beer that would have gone to a golfer who had already left.
Back to the 5th hole at Oxford Hills. It’s a 198-yarder, over water. Bob chose his 7 wood. (I can’t get there with a driver and a prayer.)
His ball hit in front of the green, and Bob turned away. The other three in his foursome watched, then started high-fiveing. The poor guy didn’t even watch long enough to get the full enjoyment of hitting such a shot.
Back in the clubhouse, Bob accepted the congratulations with the modesty expected, unlike my acceptance years ago when I bragged, offered autographs, opened my shirt and beat my chest.
During the resting period, Bob questioned aloud, ‘I wonder if the Board of Deacons will approve such an expenditure??
Give me the bill, Bob, that’s the way this achievement should be rewarded.
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This summer should be remembered as the year of the beautiful clouds. Patterns of various sizes of fluffy white clouds have often filled our sky, lazily floating along. Maybe there have been lots of summers like this, and maybe I’m looking skywards more these days.
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For my birthday earlier this month, daughter Luan, the middle child, gave her favorite father a zucchini, three ears of corn and some Michigan tomatoes.
I ate the tomatoes and corn immediately, but waited until later to fry the sliced zucchini in bacon grease and rejoice. Unable to finish all I had fried, and with Shayna begging beside me, I placed my plate before her.
I’ve given this treat to her many times in the past, and she seemed to enjoy this one even more.
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Researchers in Japan say they’ve grown new teeth in mice. That’s what we need, strong-teethed mice. ‘Better to eat you with, my dear.?
Why can’t they stick to winning the fuel efficiency war? Why can’t they get over having lost WWII, and not seeking revenge through making biologically improved teeth in rodents? Talk about sore losers!
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Things I have learned:
? That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
? That it’s the small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
? That under everyone’s hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
? You can buy horseradish ice cream in Tokyo.
I gotta get off this Jap kick. Bye.