We got in the next day at eleven, A red-eye to reach golfer heaven. We’re in Myrtle beach With [...]]]> Getting to Myrtle Beach from the San Francisco Bay area is such a pain. It’s two legs minimum and this year a red-eye in order to use frequent flyer miles. Of course, once we’re there, all is forgiven…

We got in the next day at eleven,
A red-eye to reach golfer heaven.
We’re in Myrtle beach
With my first round a peach,
I carded a seventy-seven.

Myrtle Beach is all about golfing and drinking, and drinking and golfing, and golfing and drinking, and…you get the picture…

We don’t play for applause or the cheers
But instead, the music to our ears,
Is popping the top
Outside the snack shop
On a fresh, new iced bag-o-beers.

For some reason, Myrtle Beach always brings out the theatrics in Jeff. This year it was a bitter dispute with a hybrid…

It soared thru the air with such height
‘Tis a shame it was such a short flight.
But clubs cannot fly
And I heard no good-bye
As it splashed and then sunk out of sight.

Mike’s last putter lesson from Stevie paid big dividends in Myrtle although we also suspect his Dad’s unfailing attendance at church…

Mike’s putter this week was on fire
As if from a new found desire.
But always there’s mention
Of divine intervention,
Was it Stevie or someone else higher?

Thanks to Mark who suggested this topic. I’m quite proud of this one…

First Tiger and Hank had a breakup
And then Mike and Joey, a shakeup.
But when Jeff said good-bye
To his bottle of Skyy,
He just bought another to makeup.

Mike’s lesson brought changes into view With putting the object of review. He replaced his old poke With a new smoother stroke And tied my ‘dot’ record twenty two.

Jeffery’s game is [...]]]> I thought that Mike might stumble after his swing coach, Joey, moved to Bend, Oregon but then along comes Stevie to give him a putting lesson and…

Mike’s lesson brought changes into view
With putting the object of review.
He replaced his old poke
With a new smoother stroke
And tied my ‘dot’ record twenty two.

Jeffery’s game is on fire from tee to…..the middle of the fairway. Anywhere near the green and the demons are set loose. We’ve a new phrase for when you’re around the green in two and walk off with a seven…”he sure Jeffery’d that hole!”.

Jeff’s tee ball we’ve started ignoring
Though straight down the middle they’re soaring.
Until he lays claim
To a better short game
They won’t do much good for his scoring.

One of our playing partners said he used to be called ‘twinkle toes’ with a soccer ball. Given his current ’stature’ I had trouble reconciling that…and it certainly didn’t carry over to his golf game. That said, he’s good company and knows his beer!

He claimed a nickname ‘twinkle toes’
From the soccer ball skill that he shows.
But with a golf ball
He’s not that at all,
His twinkle is sprinkled with woes.

We’ll be off on our annual Myrtle Beach golf extravaganza next week. Nothing but eating, sleeping and golfing with occasional forays into town to uncover entertainment (note to wives, it’s just Bingo).

It’s Myrtle time first week of June
Where we golf whether sun or monsoon.
With mornings sedate
After lunch we create
A golf  ‘party’ round afternoon.

It’s been such a long, hard journey To get back and win in a tourney. But win it he did And ended his skid. A victory to chalk up for Ernie.

Getting Manny out to play is still a challenge [...]]]> A good PGA tournament was played last week and one of our long time favorites came out on top…

It’s been such a long, hard journey
To get back and win in a tourney.
But win it he did
And ended his skid.
A victory to chalk up for Ernie.

Getting Manny out to play is still a challenge but we still persevere and occasionally it works…

I know it’s viewed as the Lord’s day
But springtime will be on display.
If spouse compensation
Can gain dispensation,
Maybe Manny can come out and play?

Jeff is working diligently with his new swing coach to improve his game before our annual trip to Myrtle Beach…

For good play Jeff can’t ask of his God
So quite often he turns to his ‘pod’.
If that fails to support
He’ll happily resort
To give his Skyy bottle the nod.

And of course Mike and I are still going back and forth regarding our bet that ends this Labor Day…

I’ll admit that he’s closer this year
As he’s shifted his game into gear.
I’m hearing this crap
As he’s closing the gap,
“Objects are closer than they appear”.

He opines that he keeps getting nearer
But I feel that I must make it clearer,
If I need to remind
Who’s ahead or behind,
I just look in my rear view mirror.

Our foursome was whittled to two But we played on ’cause “that’s what we do!” With the Sun shining bright And cigars still to light, Too bad that their schedules fell through.

and this was your “Johnny Miller shot of the day”. Nice tap-in [...]]]> Mike and I played by ourselves last weekend as our partners were dropping like flies…

Our foursome was whittled to two
But we played on ’cause “that’s what we do!”
With the Sun shining bright
And cigars still to light,
Too bad that their schedules fell through.

and this was your “Johnny Miller shot of the day”. Nice tap-in birdie for the other Mike…

As he stood visualizing the line
He could feel the resolve in his spine.
We watched it in awe
As a towering draw
Left a putt for an eagle on nine.

our bet on who owns the lowest handicap ends Labor Day 2010…

The cost of the lessons alluded
To improvements he thought exuded
The power within.
But he still has to win,
And for that I’m afraid he’s deluded.

it’s possible he might win…when I’m old and crippled!

Fifteen hundred for lessons was paid
And a grand for the irons he played,
But he’ll soon realize
To capture this prize
It will take him another decade.