I noticed that I
was getting tired this week during a game of Texas Hold’Em. As I was dealing, someone asked me what I was
doing. I couldn’t understand what they
were talking about so I asked them. I was informed that I dealt the flop before
dealing anyone their required two cards.
I then handed the cards to the gentleman to my right, stood up, and said
goodnight. And that was only at 11:00
pm.
Maybe my
lethargy can be attributed to the fact that I am getting old…but older guys
seem to thrive in these circumstances. I wish I were like some of the other guys,
hardened through years of late night partying and alcohol abuse. Sure, I’ll probably live longer…but right now
I envy them.
The one positive
thing that came out of it was the next morning.
My wife asked me how Mens’ Night was and I said it was “fun”, before
explaining how tired I was. She then
inexplicably suggested that sometime in the future I should stay out late and
take a vacation day on the subsequent Thursday.
I am not sure why she would make such a suggestion, other than the fact
that it is Mothers’ Day this weekend. I
am assuming she wants something big. My
only regret is I did not tape record her saying what she said.
Wait, this isn’t
my personal diary…I am supposed to be writing stuff about the golf. I probably should apologize for my
selfishness and try to move forward.
Let me see, I had
closest to the hole on #5. No wait, that’s
still talking about me. How about I
mention that Neuf was closest on #9? His
tee shot early in the evening to about 45 feet held up on a windy night in
which almost no one else found the green.
Five skins were
won – Austin and Brad ($32.50 on #1), Chris K. and Jason Hunter ($32.50 on #7),
Blake Cramer and Butch ($42.50 on #9), and Wes and Robin doubling up ($20 on
#2, $65.50 on 8).
In terms of
evening news, there isn’t much to report because there wasn’t much that seemed
to happen. We had 20 golfers…who for the
most part kept a low profile. There was
a report of Chris and Milt going into the woods together followed by Chris
coming out with his pants down. I will
allow you to paint your own mental images of that one. It was the first
incident of nudity around the golf course since the weekend, when a streaker
was seen on the highway just past the fourth tee box. Apparently, you can move faster when
unencumbered by the restraints of long pants.
In other news,
Blake said something to me driving up the fairway on #3. As soon as the words left his lips, he said,
“If you put that on the blog I will really kill you”. So I am not going to mention it…given that
Blake knocks people out in hockey dressing rooms with short rabbit
punches.
Sorry about
talking about myself so much at the start of this entry. Have a good weekend and see you next
Wednesday.
Oh wait…did I
mention that I missed the three foot birdie on #5 for the deuce pot…?
Good blog, little Blake has the belt now ...I retired after "the clubhouse lawn bout " vbh
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