Moron Classic
I had to yell at the two knuckleheads shown in the above photo - about halfway through the visit - and so they decided to make it up to me by treating me to a ringside seat for their golf talents.
We decided it would be Friday afternoon after a day of work - and it was a rough go for me because I woke up feeling lousy.
But it’s golf.
I would give it a go.
Thankfully, Scott was able to play 9 so there was some semblance to a real round for a little while…
…but the boys were swinging wildly and often.
“I’m gonna’ rip this one,” Johnny said, as he lined up his tee shot on 5. He took a practice swing and yelled, “That’s good.”
Took another practice swing and yelled, “That’s perfect.”
Then he swung.
The ball went about 14 feet.
We all laughed - including two guys who were driving by.
On the 8th hole it takes a tee shot of at least 150 yards to get through the wooded area in front of the fairway.
I wasn’t hopeful that either John or Sam could get it to the other side.
I ripped my drive down the middle and said:
“That’s how it’s done.”
Sam went next and I almost fell over when his tee shot sailed over the wooded area and nestled up close to mine.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Welp. That’s the furthest I’ve ever hit a golf ball.”
A little while later, he hit another one.
Johnny?
“Please don’t crush me in the blog,” he said.
But dear nephew, I have to.
“I didn’t have my clubs,” he said. “I would’ve shot a 75 with my clubs, easy.”
He doesn’t lack for confidence!
We played a long, tiring round and by the end, everything was freaking aching!
“I won, by the way,” Johnny said. “I got 2 strokes a hole. You only beat me by 34.”
They’re unbelievable.
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