It couldn’t have happened at a better time.
\nMy kid brother, Tom, and his wife from New Jersey (ya gotta problem with that?) were coming back to South Dakota for 9 whole days. That would mean lots of time for lots of golf..and I was ready.
\nMy older brother, Denny, is just starting to heal from a back injury, acquired from excessive golfing. He’d been bed-ridden for a week and would not likely be a factor in our annual “brothers battle on the links.”
\nI had just come off a week in which I had shot 8 birdies in two rounds while playing with my golf buddies at Brandon. It was the best I’d played in ten years.
\nThe writing was on the wall, the planets were all aligned; my game was all together.
\nDoug was finally going to kick Denny and Tommy’s butts..leaving them slack-jawed wondering what the heck hit ‘em.
\nThe game of golf has always been a passion for us. It’s just that I was never as good at it as my brothers. They thrive on the competition and I’m usually not a factor in the games; more like ballast for the group; brought along to keep the pace of play at a reasonable rate.
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\nOh, I could sometimes pop through with a few good shots and they’d both give me these patronizing pats on the back and words of encouragement but when it came down to actually winning a round (and the skin game that could occasionally fetch a tidy sum) I’d collapse like a cheap lawn chair and at the end of the day have to ask if either of them took Visa.
\nThis year, though, was going to be a different story.
\nIt was crystal clear that I had been chosen by God to finally beat these birds..take their money..and become a viable force to be reckoned from now on.
\nThank you Lord!
\nBut then, the devil came to pay a call.
\nWith the snap of his long red hot fingers and an evil grin on his hideous horned head he brought plague to my body.
\nI was suddenly struck down with the worst cold I’ve had in years.
\nBesides the high fever, my body ached all over from trying to cough-up something that was lodged down in my windpipe just below the belly button.
\nBut, sick or not, I wasn’t about to let my destiny be denied and we all rendezvoused at Elmwood on a dreary..wet and miserable Wednesday morning.
\nMy nephew, Jay, (the Hollywood actor) is home and joined our group.
\nGood, I thought, he can be the ballast this time.
\nIt turns out, though, Jay has been playing a lot of golf in California and soon was able to join with his dad and uncle in offering pity for my performance.
\nIt was clear from the beginning that the Lord had healed Denny’s back..guided Tom’s shots straight and true and given Jay the strength of a lion as he sent drives soaring into the stratosphere.
\nAll I could do is flub around in the woods looking for errant hook shots and listen for the familiar knock of golf ball against tree trunks after every swing..screaming under my breath..why Lord..why?
\nIn the end the real competition of the day was between Jay and his dad in which the star of such films as “Crash” and the soon-to-be released, “Alvin and the Chipmunks,” came within a couple strokes of actually beating his father for the first time ever.
\nTom, meanwhile, proceeded to shoot a 74..his lowest round of the year.
\nAnd me?
\nWell, my cold is getting better..the phlegm has moved up to chest level.. but Linda is mad at me now because she must have been standing too close when Satan was dispensing his diseases. So, she’s now coughing, sneezing and searching for more clean handkerchiefs.
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\nOh, yeah…we tee-it-up again this afternoon in Brookings.
\nIsn’t there a name for people like me who willingly subject themselves to mistreatment and humiliation?
\nMasochist comes to mind.
\nFORE!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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