Oct 29, 2009

The usual suspects and I got to play golf at one of the very fine golf resorts here in Hooterville. And better yet, we got to play for free. The owner of the hardware store made some sort of donation to a fundraiser and in exchange he got free golf at this joint. He isn't a golfer, but he heard I am, so he gave the freebie to me. We have been putting off using the pass because the resort is way the heck, 20 miles across town and in Hooterville, that means way across town without the benefit of freeways. Hootervillians don't believe in freeways. We have paved most of the streets, though. Unfortunately, today was the coldest day of the year thus far and even though our tee time was 10:15 am, it was windy and cold. And it was crowded. There was some kind of women's golf club event and the pace of play was at a glacial pace for those of us behind them. The Seafood King has been under the weather for a couple of weeks, so he moaned and groaned about the cold, the slowness of play and how sick he felt, until I finally suggested we call it a day at the 10th hole. That suggestion passed unanimously. We headed back to the clubhouse and had lunch in the restaurant there. Except for poor Some Guy Named Bob, who managed to get lost trying to find his way back. We got a table overlooking the first hole and I tried to guide him in via cellphone. Not that easy when his response to my "where are you?", is "I have no idea." By the time our lunch arrived, Some Guy Named Bob had flagged down a maintenance worker and the fellow lead him back to safety. All's well that ends well. 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

8 comments:

Ronda Laveen said...

The husband says even bad free golf is better than no golf at all. I am so glad Some Guy Named Bob made it safely into the clubhouse. I was afraid he'd starve out in the middle of the course some where.

Reya Mellicker said...

At least it was free.

Barbara said...

Cold in Hooterville? You've got to be kidding me. Does that mean it got down to 85 F?

Do you guys keep score or do you just "play for fun"? What are your rules about moving the ball? I used to find that a foot or two often made a big difference. :)

Merle Sneed said...

For the record, I was having a fine time, but it was slow and cold.

Barbara, it was in the high 40s and windy. Cold enough for a bunch of desert guys.

We definitely play for fun. I try to stick fairly close to the rules, but I don't get crazy about it. I generally keep my own score unless I play really bad, then I stop keeping score.

Nan Patience said...

yous guys r hilarious

Steve said...

Another urban adventure in Hooterville!

Bella Rum said...

I have no sense of direction. I'd still be wandering around.

Kurt said...

The grass really IS greener on the other side.