Just got off the phone. The call was from St. Andrews SCOTLAND. My best friend, who just celebrated his birthday a few days ago, was calling.
He was having a pint with my pal Boynie! Boynie is a friend I’ve met online through The Golf Space. He’s a caddy at St. Andrews. Boynie and my friend will be doing 36 holes on The Old Course TOMORROW! Talk about cool! I can’t wait to hear about it and to see the pictures.
My buddy put Boynie on the phone and he sounded just like I’d hoped and dreamed. In other words, his accent was so great I could only understand about half of what he said! I loved it!
UPDATE 6:35ET: I’m on the phone RIGHT NOW with Alan. He’s WALKING THE 1ST FAIRWAY.
Alan: “I’m touching the 1st tee with my hand.”
Me: “Take a picture.”
Alan: “Every great the game has seen in its history has stood at this spot.”
Last week my men’s league had “ladies day” which is where all the men play from the ladies or red tees.
Lowest score other than mine was a 70. My score? 65! I found my true calling in golf and crushed the field by five shots! And I even bogeyed a par five. I had two eagles in a row and had a five footer for a 3rd but lipped out…
I’m proud to be ladies’ day champ. Look out Michelle Wie…
Today is my best friend Alan’s birthday. Big 40.
Al (Chip here in Utah but not back East!) and I grew up together as next door neighbors. We’ve shared many great times together.
Some quick highlights:
- Hiking in the mountains in our back yards
- Playing hoops in my yard for hours and hours when we were kids
- Following University of Utah sports through the best and the worst of times
- Being Star Trek fans, yelling “Khaaaaaannnnnnnn!!!!” in Ricardo Montalban’s driveway
- Golfing many fine courses in Utah, Pennsylvania and New Jersey. In fact Al took me to my first Tom Doak course: Stonewall, and my first Donald Ross course: Aronomink.
- Enjoying fine cigars
- Many awesome concerts like The Who, JP, Maiden and best of all 4th row at Pink Floyd
I’m thankful for my friendship and for the many things Al has done for me. I’d truly do anything for him. If it weren’t for my pal Al, I wouldn’t have even started this blog.
Cheers to you my friend. I miss you man. Now I must go wipe the tears from my eyes…
Just got an email from one of my long time golf buddies, Dave. He and my other golf buddy Dan were playing last night. They had some issues with a goose. I’ll just post the whole email here:
Get this…Dan & I start playing front 9 @ 7:15 pm Sat.
At Dan’s 2nd shot, he hits a screaming, skulled, grounder into the neck of a goose (that was laying down amongst about 15 geese). Immediately, we can see the neck is broken, but the goose isn’t dead. In an effort to be humane, Dan tries to kill it off by wringing its neck, but no dice, it will not die. I take my soaked golf towel and wrap it around the goose’s mouth and nostrils to smother/suffocate it, but no dice again, it won’t die. While I am smothering it, Dan takes out a pocket knife and cuts it’s head off. It died. We then brought the goose to the area of the foxes den on #1 so they could have an easy meal.
Lots of guys can hunt with guns. Some guys hunt with archery. Dan beats ’em all. He can hunt with hybrids.
FYI, Dan was pretty upset that he killed a goose. I was fine with it…Less goose crap to step in now.
I’m with Dave. Less goose crap is good.
On the range before the father/son tournament this morning I’m hitting wedge shots. The guy hack behind me is hitting drivers. He hits a “directionally challenged” a.k.a. sideways shot which hit me right in the left butt cheek. We’re talking about a guy hitting a full swing shot off his driver which hits me in the ass from 4-5 feet.
I turned around and looked at the guy and said “Um, that hurt” in a very dry nonchalant manner. He was sorry and embarassed, as he should have been.