Bob, two other friends and I were on the 18th hole of the Blue Course at Bethpage State Park. Bob had a difficult 50-yard approach shot up a hill and over a very steep greenside bunker. But Bob has a great short game. Confidently, he looked up at the green, then back at the ball. Again, up at the green, back at the ball. Then one last time up at the green, and there it was…
A car! And no small Toyota or Honda – it was a huge 1970s Impala, or something like that. And it was coming over the hill and down the cart path straight at Bob.
It all happened so fast. […]
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 […]