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.

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 [...]]]> 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.