Went golfing today at a course closed for the winter.,...but thawed out enough for us "Die Hard" golfers.
One of the guys in my foursome was Todd....Todd is the guy you bring with you golfing, to parties and other social occasions simply because if some freak accident or odd occurance happens, it happens to Todd.
He's like a "Stupidity Magnet"....he always seems to catch whatever odd, freak thing that is coming towards us.
He's one of those guys who takes things in stride and is one of those who (thankfully) laughs at his misfortunes.
So today.......
We get to the course...and there's no one on the course except us four guys.
We all tee off and I gotta admit, for four guys who haven't hit anything outdoors in a couple months, our drives were impressive.
We walk up to our balls and take our turns for our second shots...I watch as Todd struggles to get the bag off his shoulders....the strap caught on his windshirt...he struggles for a few minutes, finally gets it off, sets the bag down on the fold out legs and tries to pull out his 7-iron...like many carry bags, the club is stuck...he struggles and struggles, but the club is caught.
I told him to stand the bag straight up and jiggle the bag a bit and THEN pull the club out.
I guess I should have told him to pull the club out gently, because he must have thought he needed to yank it hard, as if breaking a seal.
I looked in a combination awe and horror as he held the bag with one hand, and viciously yanked the club out of the bag.....unfortunately he forgot to get his face out of the way and the club head cracked him in the nose and blood spurted everywhere!
He staggered back as if he took a roundhouse kick from Chuck Norris....and now blood was all over his face, windshirt and ground.
Of course, with all of us being close and caring friends that we were...and one, a member of the volunteer fire dept who knows first aid, we we quickly lept into.........laughter.
I gotta admit, Todd was a real trooper....after a few minutes of pressing the nose and getting the bleeding to stop....we went on again and finished our 18 holes.
One of the guys in my foursome was Todd....Todd is the guy you bring with you golfing, to parties and other social occasions simply because if some freak accident or odd occurance happens, it happens to Todd.
He's like a "Stupidity Magnet"....he always seems to catch whatever odd, freak thing that is coming towards us.
He's one of those guys who takes things in stride and is one of those who (thankfully) laughs at his misfortunes.
So today.......
We get to the course...and there's no one on the course except us four guys.
We all tee off and I gotta admit, for four guys who haven't hit anything outdoors in a couple months, our drives were impressive.
We walk up to our balls and take our turns for our second shots...I watch as Todd struggles to get the bag off his shoulders....the strap caught on his windshirt...he struggles for a few minutes, finally gets it off, sets the bag down on the fold out legs and tries to pull out his 7-iron...like many carry bags, the club is stuck...he struggles and struggles, but the club is caught.
I told him to stand the bag straight up and jiggle the bag a bit and THEN pull the club out.
I guess I should have told him to pull the club out gently, because he must have thought he needed to yank it hard, as if breaking a seal.
I looked in a combination awe and horror as he held the bag with one hand, and viciously yanked the club out of the bag.....unfortunately he forgot to get his face out of the way and the club head cracked him in the nose and blood spurted everywhere!
He staggered back as if he took a roundhouse kick from Chuck Norris....and now blood was all over his face, windshirt and ground.
Of course, with all of us being close and caring friends that we were...and one, a member of the volunteer fire dept who knows first aid, we we quickly lept into.........laughter.
I gotta admit, Todd was a real trooper....after a few minutes of pressing the nose and getting the bleeding to stop....we went on again and finished our 18 holes.
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