Libre
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- Jul 29, 2007
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Left or right my child?
I was thinking left, but my better judgement was thinking right, all the way.
You see I was playing a round of golf on the Bethpage Red course, in a threesome.
It was me, my BetteNudgement, and The Grim Reaper. It was Grimmy that had posed the question, left or right?
I analyzed the situation the best I could - being that I was pretty much incapacitated from the pain with with the Grim Reaper was casually coursing through my body.
Better Judgement said right, Grim Reaper said left, and I was undecided.
Perhaps I should explain the impact of this decision. I had (despite the agony I was feeling in my chest) hit a dandy shot to the par 3 fourth. A birdie was possible, and a par likely. So I wanted to putt out, then go left (per the GR's) advice down up the par 5 5th and the rest of the round. However, this was the last opportunity I would have this round to turn back and head back to the first hole,the clubhouse (a tiny little shed, about 1/16th of an inch it seemed off in the distance, and the sanctuary of my car and the means to escape the GR. If I turned left instead, each successive step would have brought me further and further from this salvation, until I played out on the 18th - many long and strenuous holes ahead.
As crazy as it may seem, I so wanted to go with the GR, and head out to the meat of the golf course. But then there was the incapacitating agony that had the potential of not only spoiling my round, but also making the GR my permanent golfing buddy.
I thought fast and decided for once go listen to my other playing partner - my Better Judgement. It's true that I normally tell this guy to put a lid on it, but in this one case, and although I was playing well, and had only just started the round, and had been looking forward to it, I decided to go with my BJ and headed back. And even so I barely made it.
So for this time, score 0 for the Grim Reaper, 1 for my Better Judgement, and I'm giving the whole trophy to me - because I decided which one to listen to - this time at least.
After i got back to my car I managed to get myself to the hospital where they put in a stent and told me I had a "massive heart attack", the type of which goes by the name "the widow maker". That's just another of the Grim Reaper's monikers. No matter what you call him, he's one bad dude. Watch out for him on the course - especially on hot days. And always bring your other partner - your Better Judgement along when you play - or when you are doing anything. He won't let you down.
I was thinking left, but my better judgement was thinking right, all the way.
You see I was playing a round of golf on the Bethpage Red course, in a threesome.
It was me, my BetteNudgement, and The Grim Reaper. It was Grimmy that had posed the question, left or right?
I analyzed the situation the best I could - being that I was pretty much incapacitated from the pain with with the Grim Reaper was casually coursing through my body.
Better Judgement said right, Grim Reaper said left, and I was undecided.
Perhaps I should explain the impact of this decision. I had (despite the agony I was feeling in my chest) hit a dandy shot to the par 3 fourth. A birdie was possible, and a par likely. So I wanted to putt out, then go left (per the GR's) advice down up the par 5 5th and the rest of the round. However, this was the last opportunity I would have this round to turn back and head back to the first hole,the clubhouse (a tiny little shed, about 1/16th of an inch it seemed off in the distance, and the sanctuary of my car and the means to escape the GR. If I turned left instead, each successive step would have brought me further and further from this salvation, until I played out on the 18th - many long and strenuous holes ahead.
As crazy as it may seem, I so wanted to go with the GR, and head out to the meat of the golf course. But then there was the incapacitating agony that had the potential of not only spoiling my round, but also making the GR my permanent golfing buddy.
I thought fast and decided for once go listen to my other playing partner - my Better Judgement. It's true that I normally tell this guy to put a lid on it, but in this one case, and although I was playing well, and had only just started the round, and had been looking forward to it, I decided to go with my BJ and headed back. And even so I barely made it.
So for this time, score 0 for the Grim Reaper, 1 for my Better Judgement, and I'm giving the whole trophy to me - because I decided which one to listen to - this time at least.
After i got back to my car I managed to get myself to the hospital where they put in a stent and told me I had a "massive heart attack", the type of which goes by the name "the widow maker". That's just another of the Grim Reaper's monikers. No matter what you call him, he's one bad dude. Watch out for him on the course - especially on hot days. And always bring your other partner - your Better Judgement along when you play - or when you are doing anything. He won't let you down.
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