Larry Gude
Strung Out
...anyone who golfs already knows that, by and large, golfers are just good people.
Latest:
I lost my favorite wedge on Fathers Day on a course up here. It happens.
So, normally, somebody behind you finds it and you run back when you realize it's gone (the next time your next shot calls for that club!) and, viola! It's very upsetting at first.
Worst case, it gets turned in to the pro shop later and you pick it up another day.
Alas, my Cleveland 52 degree 0 bounce, sniff, wasn't coming back to daddy.
It's OK. We've got one kid already flew the nest, another leaving this fall. I've dealt with this kind of trauma before. I will survive.
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Low and behold, the phone just rang and it's Joe from Virginia!!!
(Que sunrise, goofy happy feeling about mankind, hugs and kisses for the two Johns running on the evil empire ticket for President...OK, belay my last.)
ANYWAY, Joe's got my baby and is gonna meet me half way on Saturday!!!! It's like Christmas!!! Seems my wedge mades it's way (he is a survivor) into the loaner bags at the course and somehow, a miracle really, baby ended up borrowed by one of Joe's group and into HIS bag. It's like a scene out of the movie where the dogs and cat find their way, through all trials and tribulations, home again. Sigh....
Thank you, Joe! You're a credit to us all!!!!!!!!
(This is a $90 club that ANYONE, save a lefty, would LOVE to have.) And all he had to do to just keep it was...just keep it.
So, what should I do for Joe? $20? Hug and kiss? Propose? Have his child? National Joe day?
Nope. I'd have done the same for him. It's just what golfers do.
Yeah golfers!
Latest:
I lost my favorite wedge on Fathers Day on a course up here. It happens.
So, normally, somebody behind you finds it and you run back when you realize it's gone (the next time your next shot calls for that club!) and, viola! It's very upsetting at first.
Worst case, it gets turned in to the pro shop later and you pick it up another day.
Alas, my Cleveland 52 degree 0 bounce, sniff, wasn't coming back to daddy.
It's OK. We've got one kid already flew the nest, another leaving this fall. I've dealt with this kind of trauma before. I will survive.
...
...
Low and behold, the phone just rang and it's Joe from Virginia!!!
(Que sunrise, goofy happy feeling about mankind, hugs and kisses for the two Johns running on the evil empire ticket for President...OK, belay my last.)
ANYWAY, Joe's got my baby and is gonna meet me half way on Saturday!!!! It's like Christmas!!! Seems my wedge mades it's way (he is a survivor) into the loaner bags at the course and somehow, a miracle really, baby ended up borrowed by one of Joe's group and into HIS bag. It's like a scene out of the movie where the dogs and cat find their way, through all trials and tribulations, home again. Sigh....
Thank you, Joe! You're a credit to us all!!!!!!!!
(This is a $90 club that ANYONE, save a lefty, would LOVE to have.) And all he had to do to just keep it was...just keep it.
So, what should I do for Joe? $20? Hug and kiss? Propose? Have his child? National Joe day?
Nope. I'd have done the same for him. It's just what golfers do.
Yeah golfers!
.....but....how did Joe from Virginia know it was yours?? Sign at the club? Your name etched on the shaft?
Take it back...