Goofy Thoughts on the Golf Course

By far my favorite memory of the day took place on the golf course this afternoon. The four blood relatives were all out for an afternoon that turned into a best ball scramble for the second nine holes. That usually leaves us in a more relaxed state. And it had.

We were on a par 3 hole, and my tee shot was about 12 feet off the green on the downside of a hill. We had a shot safe on the green and were casually walking to go and putt from there. Walking towards my ball, I said to my brother: "watch me chip this in left handed with the back of my putter." He remarked, "I'm watching" and then proceeded to walk through my line. So I repeated myself and he turned to watch.

I then hit the ball, left handed, with the back of my putter, and proceeded to watch it role. When it clanged against the flag stick and fell into the hole, the excitement hit me. I just birdied a hole, with the back end of my putter, from off the green. That was pretty fabulous.