Spinal tap moment
First I need to set up where I am right now. I’m at a pool hall in the worst town on the face of the earth. I hate this town with every cell in my body. My friends know what city I’m in.
I’m in my capacity as a rock & roll drummer tonight. This band called me at the last minute to sub for them in a “battle of the bands.” I’ve never heard this band. I’ll be hearing them for the first time when I play their set tonight. This band is very green and excited to play and they asked me to come 1.5 hours before the show. I begrudgingly accepted. Of course these battle of the bands are always a cluster f*&k. No organization. So someone got the times wrong and as it turns out, I’m in this God forsaken town killing time for at least 3.5 hours before I perform. Thankfully I found an open wifi here at this place so I can write about today’s pig fight.
I’m typing out of order now. I just got back from driving around looking for some food. Found a lot of ice cream places. Now the first band is playing and the band I’m subbing for is 2nd. Oh, no. Now the band I’m in is 3rd. Terrific. OMG, I just heard a rendition of Van Halen’s “Jump” with someone rapping over it. I just threw up in my mouth.
Went to a golf match and a pig fight broke out
Today was the big rematch for the new Thursday configuration. That configuration pits my long time golf buddy Arnie, against Sumi-g’s Marius and his pal Roger. Last week entailed me and Arnie losing our team bet to Marius and Roger, and had me forking over $17 to Marius. This week I was hoping for a better performance. OK, vengeance.
Vengeance lite, decaf
Somehow I managed to hit 11 hazards despite feeling pretty good about my ball striking. Welcome to an Aurthur Hills designed course where if you miss a green by two feet you are in a trap or water. I putted pretty well yet had four lip-outs.
Fortunately for me and Arnie, Roger had a flame-out the back, including ditching his shoes and walking out on the Great Salt Mud Lake to see if he had a shot. He then played the rest of that par-5 in his bare, muddy feet (pictured). Marius wasn’t firing on all cylinders all day. In fact, he was golf’s version of a three cylinder Dihatsu Charade firing on two cylinders. He’d bought a new driver and new putter straight from the golf shop and took them out of the wrapper just before this round. I can safely say that putter will be heading right back to the golf shop for a refund. It didn’t work.
Managing an 82 with 11 hazards was somewhat of a bizarre achievement. Even more strange, I lost my first ball on the 18th hole, after I’d already hit 10 hazards. That hackfest 82 was enough to get $9 back from Marius. $8 more to get back to even.
After shooting four rounds of 73 or lower in a row, my last couple of rounds have really stunk. I won’t get too bent out of shape. That is golf I suppose.