The Campers Have Colds!
This warm stretch of weather and the kickoff of the Bills season has led to a raucous revival here at Camp Clifford.
Sam and Jake attended the Bills opener and have been pleased with the results of the first two games (even though everyone is SO CONCERNED about Tua and his concussions - that’s another story).
But I have also taken advantage with a number of rounds of golf. After the back-to-back rounds I was struggling to get up the ladders…
…but it’s good to be tired from moving.
My beautiful wife, you ask?
She caught a cold from Sam…
…and she really ran with it!
She was down and out for a full week.
At one point she asked me:
“How does Sam get sick, hand it to me, and you walk around perfectly healthy?”
“I’m a medical marvel,” I said….
…and then I woke up on Thursday.
“Uh-oh,” I told Miller the cat.
As head camp counselor, I can’t be down and out. Too many people depending on me to do too many things.
I sloughed through the day and made it to Thursday evening.
The football game started and I tapped out.
“Going to sleep early to shake this,” I said.
“You ain’t shaking it in a day,” Kathy, still in the throes of it said.
“Mind over matter,” I mentioned.
I left for work at 5:30.
By 2:00 I hit my tee shot down the left side.
“You’re like the character in the Jethro Tull song,” my buddy Chris said. “Snot is running down his nose.”
I felt better out in the sunshine.
Later in the round Chris mentioned:
“You’re a wreck and somehow you’ve turned into a better golfer.”
Returned home some 13 hours after I’d left.
“How you feeling?” Kathy asked.
“Ugh.”
“Was golfing your way through it a good idea, idiot?”
“Yep.”
Might be a quiet Saturday for me.
I have a Sunday tee time though.
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