We played a round (not cheap!) at the Olympic Club this week. Tough course! It hurt both me and my score…
The Olympic Club gave me a fit.
Mostly to do with my chips.
I chunked way too many
And added aplenty,
To a score I refuse to admit.
I’ve injured my elbow, it’s true.
The pain in the morning, it grew.
So I’m sleeping in late,
And fondling my mate.
That tee time for three? Make it two.
Mike was very gracious in getting us tickets for the Presidents Cup…
The Presidents Cup is in town
So I’m thinking to maybe head down,
To watch it outside.
But viewing it live,
Means seeing so few shots per round.
John thought that he might have to plead,
But his ticket is now guaranteed.
Perhaps a bit brash
Mike said unabashed,
“You are so lucky you know me.”
Of course, no week is complete without a little ‘man love’ thrown in…
The talk about Joey is growing.
Mike’s back from his lessons all knowing.
But what of his game,
Improving?…the same?
It’s hard to see which way he’s going.
The vocabulary of Mike, it’s true,
Has taken a turn towards the blue.
But he stills plays a part
That’s special in my heart.
Here’s a big, fat, sweet FU for you!