Today was golf day with the usual suspects.

Lately, we have been playing at an old country club east of the city. In the summer, many of its residents flee the area for cooler climes and riff raff, like the three of us, are welcomed to play. Welcomed may be too strong a word.



The Seafood King had a shot from in this thicket of Mesquite trees. I would been killed by a ricocheting ball if I tried to hit it out, but he managed to pull it off.



If the ball goes in here, no one is going in after it. I have just one word for you, SNAKES!



This is the home of a rich person. They are known to have the help shout at a golfer who crosses onto their property to retrieve an errant shot. They should expect this sort of thing.

"Luis, you go out there and tell that dreadful-looking man to get out of my yard".

"Sí la Sra. Mueller".

"Hey amigo. The crazy old white lady says to go away."

Many readers have speculated about Some Guy Named Bob. Certain people have speculated that Some Guy Named Bob is a fictional character. The following email from Mr. Edward Billingsly is typical of the many emails we receive on the subject.

Dear Mr. Sneed,
Does Some Guy Named Bob really exist or is this more of your nonsense?
Edward Billingsly Winston-Salem, NC

Allow me to assure one and all that Some Guy Named Bob is a real person. As much as the Sneed blog wishes Some Guy Named Bob was make believe, he is a living, breathing person.



Some Guy Named Bob lines up a shot on the front nine. No actual people were hurt during the taking of this photo.






Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky