Looking north down the cul-de-sac, there show be mountains visible. As you can see, it is still cloudy and overcast, with one important addition.
One problem with not having the sense to come in from the rain, is that you tend to pick friends that are equally clueless. Or as you might say, wetness loves company.
The usual suspects and I played golf this morning. It began innocently enough, the weather was overcast and unseasonably cool.
When I arrived at the course and fellow sitting in his car got out and asked me if I thought it would rain. Since May is our driest month, I was confident in my assurances that it would soon clear up. He was not convinced because he got back in his car and left.
For about 15 minutes I was spot on about the clearing. Then, the occasional droplet, became a drizzle, and finally a steady rainfall. The rain lasted all morning, leaving me wet, cold and pissed off.
I had come completely unprepared for rain, but Some Guy Named Bob came to my rescue.
Some Guy Named Bob is a denizen of the thrift stores and carries about two weeks changes of used clothing in in the back of the dumpster on wheels that passes for his car. He dug out a lightweight jacket for me to wear. That helped until the rain got heavy, soaking me down to the skin.
Later, when we finished playing, Some Guy Named Bob came up with dry shirts for us all, so that we could have lunch without dripping water all over the restaurant floor. What a guy.
To make it even worse, I was absolutely horrible at golf today. Maybe the worst 18 holes I've ever played. Ever. I had a bad case of "the hooks". Every shot hooked left. I don't know why this happened today, sometimes golf is a mystery. The mark of the bad golfer is a slice or a ball that goes right. Me having the hooks, is beyond explanation.
This is one of my favorite scenes from the movie Tin Cup. Roy is trying to cure himself of a case of the shanks, with the help of his caddy, Cheech Marin.
Anyway, we set records for both lowest high temperature and rainfall for May 21st. Our high was just 65 and we got over one-half inch of rain, a lot for a place that only gets 12 inches per year. Rain is never unwelcome in the desert.
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
May 21, 2009
Looking north down the cul-de-sac, there show be mountains visible. As you can see, it is still cloudy and overcast, with one important addition.
One problem with not having the sense to come in from the rain, is that you tend to pick friends that are equally clueless. Or as you might say, wetness loves company.
The usual suspects and I played golf this morning. It began innocently enough, the weather was overcast and unseasonably cool.
When I arrived at the course and fellow sitting in his car got out and asked me if I thought it would rain. Since May is our driest month, I was confident in my assurances that it would soon clear up. He was not convinced because he got back in his car and left.
For about 15 minutes I was spot on about the clearing. Then, the occasional droplet, became a drizzle, and finally a steady rainfall. The rain lasted all morning, leaving me wet, cold and pissed off.
I had come completely unprepared for rain, but Some Guy Named Bob came to my rescue.
Some Guy Named Bob is a denizen of the thrift stores and carries about two weeks changes of used clothing in in the back of the dumpster on wheels that passes for his car. He dug out a lightweight jacket for me to wear. That helped until the rain got heavy, soaking me down to the skin.
Later, when we finished playing, Some Guy Named Bob came up with dry shirts for us all, so that we could have lunch without dripping water all over the restaurant floor. What a guy.
To make it even worse, I was absolutely horrible at golf today. Maybe the worst 18 holes I've ever played. Ever. I had a bad case of "the hooks". Every shot hooked left. I don't know why this happened today, sometimes golf is a mystery. The mark of the bad golfer is a slice or a ball that goes right. Me having the hooks, is beyond explanation.
This is one of my favorite scenes from the movie Tin Cup. Roy is trying to cure himself of a case of the shanks, with the help of his caddy, Cheech Marin.
Anyway, we set records for both lowest high temperature and rainfall for May 21st. Our high was just 65 and we got over one-half inch of rain, a lot for a place that only gets 12 inches per year. Rain is never unwelcome in the desert.
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
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sorry, my deletion. As I was saying: I don't even play golf and loved that excerpt. Favorite lines:
- Your brain was getting in the way.
- That's hardly ever been the case, but...
(boy, do I know the feeling.)
So did you check those empty drums in your backyard, after the rain?
Some Guy Named Bob is so cool!
Don't you just love it when the ball rolls across the green throwing up a shower of water? Makes it difficult to know just how hard to hit it. But serves as the greatest excuse for a missed putt!
So glad you had Goodwill along with you on a rainy day at the course.
Guys like Some Guy Named Bob make the world go round.
"denizen of the thrift stores" has a nice ring to it.
Maybe the weight of rainwater on your arm was pulling your stroke out of alignment, hence the left hooks? I'm going with that theory. :)
Maybe the barometric pressure messed with your inner ear balance or whatever.
I'm starting to get a little crush on Some Guy Named Bob...
I love that scene in Caddyshack when the bishop plays golf in the rain with Bill Murray as his caddy. Murray telling him the rain isn't that heavy, then running away when lightening strikes. Love the followup to that scene too.
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