To: Voltaire who wrote (13022 ) 4/13/2000 10:18:00 PM From: RR Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 35685
V-Man and others. Take a break. Golf story/family story. Know you're a golfer. Back in my corporate America days, got a promotion, had to move to different town. One of the managers that worked for me wanted me to play in golf tourney. Me.... horrible golfer. Told him so... no way I said. He insisted. Pushed and pushed. Finally he said he'd even pay my entrance fee, $50. I said OK. Went to tourney. I did awful. Too busy climbing corporate ladder, had quit golf years before. Anyway, came to hole where they were holding closest to pin pot. Cost something $5 to enter. I said, no way. He insisted and insisted. I said, no way. He finally said he'd pay the $5 for me. I said OK. I got up there on a short par 3 and hit ball off the tee and it went about 3 feet in the air and hit the ground in a cloud of dust, went back up in the air several feet, hit the ground in a cloud of dust again, and continued that way like a rock skipping on water. Embarrassed..... whew... The ball did end up on the green, though. When we got up there, we laughed as the ball was about 4 feet from the hole. Didn't think much of it as surely someone on that little ole par 3 would get closer of course. That Saturday night at the Club banquet, it came time to announce the winner of the closest to the hole. To everyone's amazement, they called my name! I walked up there and collected $750. On the way back to the table, I handed my buddy his $50 for the entry fee and the $5 for the closest to the hole pot. Hee hee hee..... boy did we laugh. Having won playing so horrible, hitting the ball the way I did, and with my buddy paying the pot money! Another thing happened that night..... Porch folks I'm sure you recall some of the personal stories I've told about my Mom and Dad. Well, my Dad was a very good golfer. He played in that tournament also. I walked out of the Clubhouse that night and heard my Dad talking down the sidewalk to one of his buddies. My Dad didn't know I was nearby. I heard my Dad say proudly to this guy, "Ya know, the young man that won closest to the pin was my Son, and he doesn't play much golf." I could tell he was bragging on me. But, he would never tell me that. My Dad was of the era that was pretty tough, did not show emotion, etc. Anyway, I knew he was proud of me that night. I never told him that I overheard him that night. But, I knew it. Gee, I can still see the dust fly with that ball rolling on the ground....and that was 20 years ago.... Rick