Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Play the High Fade


The race was under way by the time I made it to Reddick, and the Barnburner team was working like a Nascar pit crew. Massage table, lunch buffet, mechanic station, they didn't need me, or Larry (who was official timekeeper) or Hammy, or Martin the Scot. I don't know how the math works for you, but that added up to a foursome to us, so we headed back across the street to play a round of golf in the first ever Barred Owl Invitational.

There beneath the noonday sun, sangrias in hand, we passed around the old persimmon woods and enjoyed a primitive version of the great game. Martin the Scot went off the tee heroically, lofting the high fade over the 100' pines and dropping the ball 10 yards from the brown. "Wow" I said, "beautiful shot there, you look like you've played some golf before".

Squinting in to the distance, casually evaluating the shot he answers, "Well, we did invent the game." Damn smug Scots.

To be continued...

4 comments:

Sascha said...

golf? GOLF???? And you admit to playing it besides. Of all the things to be done with a beautiful day (including the lounge chair/book/beer option), you played GOLF? Oh the humanity!

Juancho said...

THANK you Dr. Detroit! Of course they don't understand golf in Minnesota, they only have a 3 day window in June to play.

Oh, these commoners do entertain us though don't they?

Sascha said...

I went on a golf outing once because a girlfriend begged me to. I spent the entire morning thinking, "I gave up a morning rock climbing in Red Wing for this?"

Juancho said...

It's more fun if you can hit the ball.