Food, folks, and go-karts: Saturday
The whole point of the gathering this weekend was to play a little golf with the boys before David leaves to Ft. Benning to report for duty. It was good that the plan also fell on Father's Day weekend, thus killing two birds with one stone.
I got up around at nine-ish, I wasn't really paying all that much attention. Michelle had already been up and prepared breakfast for everyone, muffins and coffee cake, delicious. I thought that since I hadn't really been out to hit golf balls in a while it would probably be good for Dad and I to head to the range and get a couple of swings in before our round later in the day.
We arrived at the Marion Public Driving Range around ten. I've been there before but I must say it is quite possibly the oddest entrance for a golf range ever devised. The entrance to the range is a narrow driveway sandwiched between two houses. If there wasn't a sign, there didn't used to be a sign, you could miss it completely very easily. The range is bare bones, a machine that takes cash and dispenses tokens, and a machine that takes tokens and dispenses balls, with a mowed tee and some yardage flags, simple as that. We started hitting and lo and behold I was hitting the ball clean and straight. Very few duffs and non-existent slice, a rarity for me and my Salvation Army clubs. Dad took a while but he got it going too. I departed the range feeling great about my game.
Dad and I arrived about 30 minutes before our tee time at the course. David and Gabe were already there, looking dapper and ready to go. Bill arrived a short time later and we were ready to go. We asked about our situation, with our group having five but apparently we passed muster and it was cleared by the clubhouse, so we were off. I started off well, hitting par on the first two holes. I was hitting the ball clean, just like at the range. I managed a 47 on the front nine, great considering I don't believe I have ever broken 50 in all my previous golfing ventures. I had 100 within my sights. In all the years I've golfed, probably about three times a summer for the last ten years, I've never broken 100. So here it was a 47 after nine. I didn't play my best on the back nine but I played well enough to have a 90 going to the 18th hole. Easy, just get 9 or less and 100 is accomplished....wrong, I got 10. Nothing spoils your day quite like that. I can always dream. I'll just keep trying, it will happen soon.
In the final standings I finished second, behind Bill, but certainly far ahead of my Dad, Gabe, and David.
Back at the ranch, the ladies showed their wares from their day of shopping. Michelle acquired three shirts from Old Navy for me, all for free with various coupons she had, amazing, good job Michelle *whoo-whoo*. In the evening we went for dinner at the city-renowned Hacienda where I partook in the "Carne Asada" dinner. Speaking of, does anyone know the origins of the "Special Dinner" that can be found at most Mexican restaurants? Why don't Italian restaurants have "Special Dinner's?" It is a most perplexing mystery.
The night ended in Balderdash, with the self-titled "Invalids" eating chocolate chips and Bill being informed that "We need skin." Fun times.
I got up around at nine-ish, I wasn't really paying all that much attention. Michelle had already been up and prepared breakfast for everyone, muffins and coffee cake, delicious. I thought that since I hadn't really been out to hit golf balls in a while it would probably be good for Dad and I to head to the range and get a couple of swings in before our round later in the day.
We arrived at the Marion Public Driving Range around ten. I've been there before but I must say it is quite possibly the oddest entrance for a golf range ever devised. The entrance to the range is a narrow driveway sandwiched between two houses. If there wasn't a sign, there didn't used to be a sign, you could miss it completely very easily. The range is bare bones, a machine that takes cash and dispenses tokens, and a machine that takes tokens and dispenses balls, with a mowed tee and some yardage flags, simple as that. We started hitting and lo and behold I was hitting the ball clean and straight. Very few duffs and non-existent slice, a rarity for me and my Salvation Army clubs. Dad took a while but he got it going too. I departed the range feeling great about my game.
Dad and I arrived about 30 minutes before our tee time at the course. David and Gabe were already there, looking dapper and ready to go. Bill arrived a short time later and we were ready to go. We asked about our situation, with our group having five but apparently we passed muster and it was cleared by the clubhouse, so we were off. I started off well, hitting par on the first two holes. I was hitting the ball clean, just like at the range. I managed a 47 on the front nine, great considering I don't believe I have ever broken 50 in all my previous golfing ventures. I had 100 within my sights. In all the years I've golfed, probably about three times a summer for the last ten years, I've never broken 100. So here it was a 47 after nine. I didn't play my best on the back nine but I played well enough to have a 90 going to the 18th hole. Easy, just get 9 or less and 100 is accomplished....wrong, I got 10. Nothing spoils your day quite like that. I can always dream. I'll just keep trying, it will happen soon.
In the final standings I finished second, behind Bill, but certainly far ahead of my Dad, Gabe, and David.
Back at the ranch, the ladies showed their wares from their day of shopping. Michelle acquired three shirts from Old Navy for me, all for free with various coupons she had, amazing, good job Michelle *whoo-whoo*. In the evening we went for dinner at the city-renowned Hacienda where I partook in the "Carne Asada" dinner. Speaking of, does anyone know the origins of the "Special Dinner" that can be found at most Mexican restaurants? Why don't Italian restaurants have "Special Dinner's?" It is a most perplexing mystery.
The night ended in Balderdash, with the self-titled "Invalids" eating chocolate chips and Bill being informed that "We need skin." Fun times.
posted by Chris at 9:18 AM
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That, or the invalids are rocks in the house.
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