It was a great Masters tournament this weekend! A lot of different players had a chance to win but Phil took the honors again. Here are some limericks of the notables…
The field at the Masters was lined
With the best in the world as designed.
The back-and-forth play
Concluded a day,
When Lefty had left them behind.
It was Kim who came charging up hard
The birdies just filling his card.
But four shots away
On the final round day
Left his dreams of a green jacket marred.
I bet on Ernie this weekend and lost. He can play really well one week and then disappears back in the pack the next. He’s still not back in the elite group who always play well in the big tournaments…
Up ’til now Ernie’s play has been great
But this weekend was slow out the gate.
Three rounds over par
Doesn’t get very far,
At the Masters it won’t even rate.
Did you see those shoes on Freddie? No socks and what looked like casual boat shoes. The guy is as non-plussed as ever…
You know from his game that he’s ready
With his play on the Champions tour heady.
The relaxed easy style
Of his play will beguile,
Because everyone still loves Freddie.
Finally, what I thought would be a bright sunny day turned into a cloudy, 30 mph sustained wind. I thought I was having a bad day until Mike shared last nights dinner selection…
The golfing this weekend was rough
With a steady wind making it tough.
But Mike had to cleanse
Gandhi’s revenge
From an Indian burrito’s rebuff.
Jeff and I had a good match the other day. We were neck-in-neck until the 17th when ‘regression to the mean’ reared it’s ugly head…
His good play had tagged him contender
But he turned out to be a pretender.
A hole he made tough
With two shots from the rough,
Had left him no choice but surrender.
I know he’s behind me and I could barely hear him coming until he eagled the 18th this weekend. It’s a classic match…only this time…there can be no blood!
His tee ball is longer and straight
An advantage right out of the gate.
But my irons and wedge
Still give me the edge
On the index bimonthly update.
We’re getting closer to our annual Myrtle Beach trip so I though I’d throw in a little teaser…
Here’s the funniest story of the year! We were playing at Pacific Grove near Monterey Bay, CA and had all rented pull carts (those three-wheeled jobs that roll real easily). As my partner was waiting his turn in the fairway, he noticed his cart starting to roll downhill. No problem, he thought as he looked back to watch another player hit. It’ll roll a little ways then stop. As he turned back, he saw it still rolling, picking up speed and headed for the lake! He burst into a run (such as it was) and the chase was on. I’m howling with laughter as the cart continues to pull away with our friend straining mightily in what appears to be a losing effort. It took me three limericks to capture the whole story. Enjoy!
In the fairway he’d made a mistake
By failing to engage the brake.
His cart started rolling
As we were extolling,
“It’s headed straight into the lake!”
When finally he heard what we said
His eyes bulged with impending dread.
He started to run
Which heightened the fun,
‘Cause he’s slow and a bit over-fed.
As the cart started pulling away
We laughed at the comic display.
In the end it stopped short
As the rough did abort,
Our story from Monterey Bay.
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.
It’s been a wet couple of weeks but we managed some golf anyway. The biggest problem was the sloppy condition of the course. Any shot landing in deep grass was plugged! The other problem was…
This winter golf leaves my game flat
As the ball often lands with a splat.
But the worst thing of all
Is when you can’t see the ball,
‘Cause the fog makes you blind as a bat.
I didn’t let the conditions or a bad hangover affect my game last weekend…
His putting stroke let him accrue
As hole after hole it grew,
’til a putt at the last
Blew away the past
For a new dot record, twenty two!
My index is edging up and Mike’s is edging down but I think that trend is about to change…
His index appeared to be closing
But reality showed it’s just posing.
One record score
Will not close the door.
To catch me he’s still presupposing.
There was a lot of whining by Scott McCarron about Phil’s wedges. I have a message for Scott…
To much whining about clubs Phil uses
And “spirit of the rule” he abuses.
If it’s legal I say
Let the man play
With any damn club that he chooses!
Finally, one of our ’significant others’ still has trouble with some of the general aspects of the game…
On the green he had tried to convey
We were just about done for the day.
“We’re on eighteen my dear”
To which she answered with cheer,
“How many do you have left to play?”
A good PGA tournament was played last week and one of our long time favorites came out on top…
This winter golf leaves my game flat