What a treat to spend Father’s Day with your two sons and granddaughter on the golf course. OK, so what if it’s been years since I hit a golf ball on the driving range and that I don’t even own a golf club? I am with my family and they are treating me to 18 rounds of golf. If I need clubs, I can rent them. You don’t have to be a pro or decked out in the latest golf fashions. You are here to have fun and build memories.
The first seven holes flew by in record time. We played best shot with Jonathan in the lead by two, Matt in a close second and the honored guest dead last. Kay Kay served as caddie advisor, her decisions were final. As we approached the eighth hole, something bizarre happened. Lightning flashed from above and a loud clap of thunder echoed on the course. Suddenly, a man dressed in bib overalls, wearing a straw hat with a long cigar protruding from his mouth, jumped out from behind a smoking bush.
“I’ve been watching you,” he exclaimed, “for a very, very long time. What I observed is that you people are very, very slow.” “It’s OK,” exclaimed Kay Kay. “I like going very, very slow.” “What kind of an owner would I be if I let every slow person on my golf course,” barked the man. “Do you think all those people are happy because you are very, very slow?” Kay Kay, Bumpa, Uncle Matty Matt and Jonathan turned around to see a large group of people watching them. Kay Kay said, “I wonder if those people are here to watch me play golf?”
Suddenly, the cigar in his mouth vanished in a puff of smoke, his straw hat spun around his head and his bib overalls turned into a red cape. “Off my golf course,” the man demanded. “Never come back here again and don’t think you will get a refund.” A roar went up from te crowd, people were dancing on the green. The very, very slow party was evicted from ever playing golf again. As the downtrodden party made their exit, a kind older lady approached Kay Kay and sympathetically pronounced that “the old man treats most slow patrons that way, and by the way, I thought your shot on the fifth hole was one of the best I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Thank you,” said Kay Kay. “Bumpa thought the same thing.”
On the drive home, no one said a word but Kay Kay. “Thanks Uncle Matt for taking me golfing. I know what he said was not nice, but I will always remember the fifth hole shot and how the crowd cheered.”
