Elk, That's priceless. I like to humiliate the teens and 20's nieces and nephews at my place at the foosball table. Well, at least I did, none of them seem to want to play with me anymore. There will probably be some serious payback when I'm wetting my pants and unable to stand for the time it takes to play a game a few years down the road. :gulp:
I find it amazing how horrible most golfers that I meet at the course, are. I know I've probably never played anyone that's any good, but I've been paired a lot since I usually go out there alone. I find it unusual, but rewarding of course, that I've never run into anyone out there who seems to be able to even shoot below 100. I do see an occasional guy out there knocking the crap out of a ball that seems to be headed straight for the green. I guess that's Elk's and StoveGuy's counterparts out there kicking putt and taking names.
I'd actually never played a round of golf until I was about 44 years old. My first game was a 105 or a 110 or thereabouts, with a mulligan, maybe two, with encouragement from my two neighbors who had invited me and let me swing their clubs. Ironically, I beat them both that day. But since then, I usually manage the mid 90's, lower on a good day. It might be because I could always putt pretty well. In fact, I won an open Putt-Putt Golf tournament once when I was about 12 or 13. And chipping seems to come naturally. Strangely, I think I can almost hit a ball farther with a 6 iron than I can with a wood, if I can hit the ball at all with those damned woods! I could really use some help from some long ball guys. That might get me to my life long goal of shooting a round below 90, which will probably never happen, no more often than I play.
Now that my golf bragging is subsiding, I guess I should fess up that I mostly play what is probably an easy course by Elk and StoveGuy standards. It was constructed in the local Missouri river bottom area that people seem to forget floods every few years, so there aren't many hills or natural obstructions, and only a few holes have trees that are "in the way", and I swear a couple of the holes are almost like drains with both ruffs running right down to the cup... well, almost.
BB, That is priceless, too. It's amazing how one can sometimes rise to the occasion and pull off something special. I remember once over at Wilt's Pool Hall on Cooper Street in Arlington, near the college. I'll bet you've been there. I was a pretty average guy with hair a bit too long, in my mid 20's, just minding my own business at a table when a real bad-ass looking dude and his crew, that must have picked me for a hustle mark, came stomping over. His crew must have been there to bait, distract, and/or intimidate their chosen prey with all their mouthing off and hard looks. He asked if I wanted to play a game. I said sure. I'd been practicing for a couple weeks and figured I had a shot. And hell, he'd probably even let me win the first game, right? He let me break, and like you, for the FIRST and LAST time in my life, I "ran the table" (8-ball) in front of amazed onlookers. They all went mute as church mice and wandered off without a word. I had a beer, gloated for a few minutes, and then left. I didn't dare play another game. :zip: