A Weekend At Home!?

After months of weekend trips all over the place, I finagled a weekend off while the Docs went to Redding. I felt really bad about bailing on my team, but the trip to Redding was added late and with what I thought was an open weekend, I set my heart on seeing my middle daughter, Abby, tryout for softball All-Stars.
Most everyone was understanding, especially Coach Shaver and I appreciated that alot.

While the Docs were away, I had time to play a little.
Softball games, an end of the year softball party and a few 'honey-dos' kept me busy.

Then, Sunday morning I met Sam Lee for a little golf at Stewart Park. We played 18 but should've stopped after 9. Between Sam and I, we played consistent golf. The problem was, we alternated good shots. I'd have a good drive off the tee while Sam would chunk his into the trees. Then I'd hook my second shot off things like light poles in the VA or people on the walking path while Sam was snugging up to the green.

Putting was a problem for both of us. I don't think there was any 'alternating accuracy' there.
Best moment: Sam skipping his second shot on 7 off the water onto the fringe and then our third player Greg tossing Sams provisional into the water (mostly by accident).
Worst moment: The yahoos behind us hitting into us twice in a row. We were keeping up with the (slow) group in front of us, too. The first shot landed 15 feet behind one of us in the fairway and the second bounced between two of us in what the offending golfer called 'the hit of a lifetime'. Looking back toward the tee box to let the yokels know they were being jerks drew a call from the group to us saying 'why don't you guys grow up down there!'.
It had nothing to do with growing up, Mr King of Stewart Park, it had to do with etiquette.
But we bow down to your mightyness and acknowledge your golfing superiority.

Now, lets see if Sam can get that other ball back.