Free time is hard to come by these days, but I managed to broker a deal with HW in which she would get to spend Saturday night in New York, partying with her sorority sisters while I tried to keep Charles from flinging himself off of the furniture, in exchange for which I got to go golfing with Brian, Craig, and My Popz (aka Teh Grumpx0zrz) on Saturday morning. I hadn’t golfed in a while, so I figured I’d better hit the driving range on Friday to try and repair my hideous golf swing. (Seriously, you know how the swing is supposed to be in a “plane?” Mine is in some kind of 4th dimensional heptangle. It’s unbelievable to watch; during the downswing the head of my driver actually tesseracts across the galaxy for a split-second.)
There’s not really a range anywhere near me since we moved, but I wandered over to Delaware Park and got lost a bunch of times trying to find the White Clay Creek Country Club located therein. Their website said they had some kind of “golf academy,” which I figured meant they had to have a driving range, but if it exists, I sure couldn’t find it. After wandering around aimlessly for a while, I said “to heck with all this jaun” and went to the liquor store, where my time could more effectively be spent selecting single malt scotches and forgetting to replenish my wife’s Captain Morgan supply, for which she beat me with a shoe.
Our tee time was at 7:15am on Saturday, so I got up at 6am and made some breakfast sandwiches for the crew. Craig and Brian arrived at the house, and we all piled into Craig’s car and met my dad at the course. I won’t bore you with a complete play-by-play; I’ll just say that, having not played in 2 years, I played some of the best golf of my life. I shot a birdie on the par 5, a par on a 4 somewhere, and if I hadn’t had a really unfortunate 12 on a hole on the front 9, I might have broken 100. Clearly I need to play less frequently.
After that I entertained Charles for the evening, with the capable assistance of Craig, who got some practice in for when his own male progeny sallies forth in September. In other news, Happy Monday! Don’t, like, die or anything.
Well played, my friend. Now, updated to a 360 and frag or snipe while training the said neophyte. ‘Tis how we do it in Texas 🙂