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?”
I guess we have to congratulate Ian Poulter on his win at the Accenture Match Play. His golf was good but his outfit…feminine. Real men never wear head-to-toe pink. You tell me who looks better…Paula Creamer or Ian Poulter?
Ian Poulter had one putt to sink
Before all the glasses could clink,
To toast his match play
But I’m afraid I must say,
He doesn’t look ‘pretty in pink’.
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.
