The Best Shot of My (Four Month Long) Career!
Posted by kcbrez009 November 7th, 2007. Discuss
My beautiful wife, who is 9 months pregnant with a due date of 11/9, loves to walk along with me while I play. It’s nice to have a companion like her. That way I get all the good company without the slower play that comes with having several players in the same group.
One of the courses I play locally here in Virginia is brand new. In fact, it’s so new that only nine of the planned eighteen holes are open. The seventh hole is separated from the rest of the course and not well-marked. The first time we came to play the course we never even found it. It’s about a quarter of a mile away from both #6 and #8, which are right next to each other. No big deal, though, because I’d bet that they’ll be set up better when all eighteen holes are open.
To make a long story short, my wife didn’t feel like walking all the way back to #7, and who can blame her? She’s about to pop, right? So I trudged on back there, said hello to a couple of day laborers who were working on the course, and proceeded to let loose with my best shot ever. I gave my Firebird a flick and sent it way out to the right of the basket. It swooped back to the left over some bushes and small trees, and then cut back hard to the right and headed straight for the basket. I thought it had a chance to go in but it clanged off the pole on the fly and stopped right next to the target. I was so excited that I jumped up high in the air and shouted, “YES!�
I turned to the two guys who had stopped working to watch my shot and said, “Did you see that?!� One of them looked at me like I had three eyeballs and said, “Yeah, but isn’t it supposed to go into the basket thing?� I could only muster a humbled “Yeah, I guess so,� before heading off to get my disc.
Thankfully, my wife heard the ring of my disc hitting the post and heard me yell right afterward, so she believed the tale of my best shot ever. Without those, she might have thought I was telling fish stories.
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