Pre-Graduation Golf...really!

It just so happens that it is a long standing tradition in South Carolina (you know how they are with tradition in the south) to play a little golf the day before the graduation ceremonies (not really).  I couldn't say no, and alienate myself from the rest of the family for the remainder of our stay (not really, they love me unconditionally).  So off we went to Snee Farms Country Club (really).  The we in this case would be Marty (Miki's brother, my bro-in-law, Mr. Brobolicious, the bro miester, the bromenator, lady brobro, Broger Woods - I so love and worship the greens he putts on) and myself.  The following is just a recap of of our round (really).

I knew I was being hustled on the first hole when Marty pulled out his big club.  I was shocked, but he had the regulation number of clubs in his bag.  What could I say, this was his turf.  Who would have seen this coming?  Not me.

We worked our way down the fairway and onto the first green and then it became apparent, this would be no regular round of golf.  I was away and putted first, only to miss it to the right.  Marty, on the other hand, drained his 4 footer to take the lead (really).

After a few holes we came upon a threesome (get your head out of the gutter BHMS - really!).  Playing slower than Marty and me, they eventually let us play through.  Here they are watching my drive as we played through.  We felt obligated to school them on some golf etiquette and then left those 3 stooges to their game.

After Marty's caddie gave him the wrong club for his approach shot on 17 (really), he had to let him go.  You can only tolerate a caddie when they are not on their game so long, I've been there.  I was able to even up the score after that little snafu as we headed into the final hole.

After two magnificent drives and approach shots to the green.  Here in my putt for birdie to win vs. Marty's 2 footer, also for birdie and the win.  The hole is actually just out of view in the lower right hand corner of the photo, some 57.9 feet (really).  It was such a long putt, the camera was unable to get it all in view and we left the panorama camera in the car by accident.  Knowing that all my friends were behind me to make this putt and put the pressure on Marty's 2 footer, I gave it my all.

Wouldn't you know that my putt was so pure, made possible by all the good thoughts pouring in from my supporters, that it hit the back of the cup and drained to the bottom as if placed there by the hand of Bagger Vance himself.  I did apologize to Marty for the uncalled for celebration on the green following my putt, but I couldn't hold it in.  I won that $2 bet fair and square and no one can take that away from me (really).


The family gathered at Marty's house tonight, not to celebrate my golfing comeback (really), but the soon to be grads.  Marty's parents arrived from Arkansas and Kathleen (Miki's brother's wife, my sister-in-law, sis, sistastic, sisteriffic, sisterama, sisterlicious, my friend - really) had family all the way from Missouri.  We played bocci ball, ladder ball, and corn hole (preceeded by our golf outing).  There seemed to be a theme running throughout the day - having a ball while we are here - which we did (really).  These must be some pretty special girls graduating tomorrow!


Looking forward to the Pomp and Circumstance that tomorrow will bring.  
Later.


P.S.  Marty can't find his driver (as seen in the first picture above), it has been misplaced.  If you see it anywhere, like google earth, the nightly news weather radar images, on the horizon as seen from your backyard, please let us know.


P.S.S.  I realize this had probably not been funny to anyone but me (REALLY!)