Carol is a Fluffer. No, not that kind of Fluffer (dirty minds)! She fluffs her shots on the golf course. When she’s in the rough or a footprint in a bunker (and thinks no one is looking) she puts her club behind her ball, then with a little flick, rolls the ball, fluffing it up onto a better lie.
I caught her dead to rights once. After she fluffed, she realized I was standing right there looking at her. She tried to defend herself — “I really want to make par here and the ball was buried.” I replied, “Why don’t you just pick it up and put it in the hole for a birdie?”
My sarcasm had no effect, but then one day, because the universe demands it, Karma struck Carol. In a huge match which was all square (tied) on the last hole, Carol put her shot into a footprint in the greenside bunker that Andre the Giant could have made. But with others watching, she couldn’t fluff.
She flubbed the shot and lost the match.
I wasn’t happy about this…. I like Carol. I’m smart enough not to play her in a money match, but I wasn’t rooting against her. But after she lost I just couldn’t help but think that Karma has a way of taking care of things – even on the golf course.
PS: Maybe I’ll write a future blog about the dilemma of being friends with someone who cheats.