Maxmosbey
Final Approach
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I need to get serious.
I took up golf this summer. I started out in May with some private lessons with a pro, then started playing by myself for a while just practicing and learning what clubs to use. Then, I found out that this guy that I have known for twenty-five years is a huge golfer. How you can know a guy that long, and not know that he is a golfer is beyond me, but that has nothing to do with anything. This friend of mine owns a motorcycle shop. That also doesn't have anything to do with the story, except that his son and his grandson work in the shop.
So my friend has a golf cart at this nice little nine hole golf course called the Oaks, and we have been playing out there all summer. Last Thursday, my friend called me up and asked me if I wanted to go out to the Oaks at seven after league, and I said that I would love to. Then a little later he called and asked if I wanted to get out there at six-thirty. I said that would work too. So we get there, get the cart out, get a beer, and we are waiting for his son and grandson to show up. Well, at a quarter to seven here they come, and they are disappointed that we had already loaded up the cart. They thought that we weren't going to be there until seven, and they had planned to get there early and take grandpa's cart, leaving us rich old guys to rent one. So they didn't want to rent a cart, and they didn't want to golf with us and walk, while we rode around in the cart, so they decided to follow us, which for the life of me I could not figure out what the difference was going to be. So my friend and I tee off and head out.
Everything was going OK, until we got to the tee box on five, and there we found the grandson playing the opposite direction in our fairway, and the son over to our right, playing just inside our fairway. So my friend is yelling at his grandson to get out of the way so that we can tee off, and all of a sudden my friend's son hits the ball, toes it off a seven iron, and I get whacked in the head so hard it knocks me to my knees. So I get up and there is blood all over, and I'm staggering around like a drunken sailor, holding my head and hollering "I'm hit, I'm hit." Then my friend's son comes up where we are at and he thinks that I'm making fun of his poor hit so he was mad at me for the dramatics. Then everyone sees that I am bleeding all over the place, not to mention that I keep getting up and falling back down, so they got me to the cart where I sat down and everyone took a look at my head to see how bad I was hit. Everyone decided that it would be a real good idea to take me to the emergency room, as I couldn't stand up without someone holding me. So then my friend put a golf towel on my head to stop the blood, and off we went.
We get to the parking lot, put our clubs in the truck, and headed for the ER. By that time I could walk around without help, so that was good. When we got to the ER, I looked like braveheart after a battle. There was blood all over my face and I was looking pretty grim, so they put me right into a room. By then, my friend and I were starting to see the humor in the whole thing, and we were laughing and having a pretty good time. He called his son on the cell phone, the son and grandson had quit golfing after hitting me, and told him to hang on to that ball, we might want him to autograph it. After a while they sent me to get a MRI because for some reason my sinuses clogged up like I had a cold. That came out OK, and my sinuses actually cleared up while I was in the MRI machine. Then the doctor gave me six stitches in my head. By that time, my wife had shown up. At first she was really worried, but we were having such a good time in the ER that we got her to smile a little. Finally they let me go, and my wife took me home.
So on Friday I went over to the motorcycle shop to see what was going on, and my friend's son was out delivering some motorcycles. I waited until he came back, then I got my autographed ball, and left. On Sunday, my friend called me up and told me that the Oaks was going to give me a free round, so we went out Sunday afternoon an played a round. I had a lot of trouble concentrating, but ended up with a pretty good score, for me anyway. So that is the story.
So my friend has a golf cart at this nice little nine hole golf course called the Oaks, and we have been playing out there all summer. Last Thursday, my friend called me up and asked me if I wanted to go out to the Oaks at seven after league, and I said that I would love to. Then a little later he called and asked if I wanted to get out there at six-thirty. I said that would work too. So we get there, get the cart out, get a beer, and we are waiting for his son and grandson to show up. Well, at a quarter to seven here they come, and they are disappointed that we had already loaded up the cart. They thought that we weren't going to be there until seven, and they had planned to get there early and take grandpa's cart, leaving us rich old guys to rent one. So they didn't want to rent a cart, and they didn't want to golf with us and walk, while we rode around in the cart, so they decided to follow us, which for the life of me I could not figure out what the difference was going to be. So my friend and I tee off and head out.
Everything was going OK, until we got to the tee box on five, and there we found the grandson playing the opposite direction in our fairway, and the son over to our right, playing just inside our fairway. So my friend is yelling at his grandson to get out of the way so that we can tee off, and all of a sudden my friend's son hits the ball, toes it off a seven iron, and I get whacked in the head so hard it knocks me to my knees. So I get up and there is blood all over, and I'm staggering around like a drunken sailor, holding my head and hollering "I'm hit, I'm hit." Then my friend's son comes up where we are at and he thinks that I'm making fun of his poor hit so he was mad at me for the dramatics. Then everyone sees that I am bleeding all over the place, not to mention that I keep getting up and falling back down, so they got me to the cart where I sat down and everyone took a look at my head to see how bad I was hit. Everyone decided that it would be a real good idea to take me to the emergency room, as I couldn't stand up without someone holding me. So then my friend put a golf towel on my head to stop the blood, and off we went.
We get to the parking lot, put our clubs in the truck, and headed for the ER. By that time I could walk around without help, so that was good. When we got to the ER, I looked like braveheart after a battle. There was blood all over my face and I was looking pretty grim, so they put me right into a room. By then, my friend and I were starting to see the humor in the whole thing, and we were laughing and having a pretty good time. He called his son on the cell phone, the son and grandson had quit golfing after hitting me, and told him to hang on to that ball, we might want him to autograph it. After a while they sent me to get a MRI because for some reason my sinuses clogged up like I had a cold. That came out OK, and my sinuses actually cleared up while I was in the MRI machine. Then the doctor gave me six stitches in my head. By that time, my wife had shown up. At first she was really worried, but we were having such a good time in the ER that we got her to smile a little. Finally they let me go, and my wife took me home.
So on Friday I went over to the motorcycle shop to see what was going on, and my friend's son was out delivering some motorcycles. I waited until he came back, then I got my autographed ball, and left. On Sunday, my friend called me up and told me that the Oaks was going to give me a free round, so we went out Sunday afternoon an played a round. I had a lot of trouble concentrating, but ended up with a pretty good score, for me anyway. So that is the story.
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