Rain Drops are Falling On My Head

Sing that song to yourself, right now, and then curse me for it never leaving your mind the rest of the day.

Man, I was looking forward to golf this week. A little trick I've learned in life is to give yourself a carrot to chase - I had a golf ball in the front of my car all week long - when things got rough - when I got too down-hearted, I picked the ball up, and visualized myself hitting it off the tee on the first hole.

"You'll never golf this weekend," my wife said - "It's going to rain hard on Saturday."

"It'll be all right," I said.

Lo and behold - I was on the tee at 7:36 - the rain was nothing more than a drizzle. The perfect shot I had visualized, however, turned into a hard yank to the left, but over the water, and still in play.

6 holes later, the rain came down hard and cold. I birdied the 7th hole and did my birdie dance.

"Stop," my brother-in-law Chuck said. "I just caught a glimpse of your belly button."

We called it a day after 9 and Pops gave us enough breakfast to last us a month.

And yet, the day didn't suck - not all I was looking for, but I wore my brother's spikes - and they were a good fit.

Remind me to show you the birdie dance.

Raindrops are falling on my head...something, something, feet too big for the bed. Nothing seems to fit.

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Chuck's always good with the one-liners.
deafjeff said…
What kind of idiots golf on a day like this? Damn I wish I didn't have to work, I would have made you play the whole 18.

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