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 […]