You Must Have a Sport….
So there’s this friend who moved to Latin American several months ago. No big deal, however while he was among us we tried in vain to get him interested in the game of golf. This was to no avail.
The two times that we got him to play were nearly his last for every time (twice) I teed off and he would walk right in front (make that to the side) while my golf ball was traveling at 100mph for a mark right between his eyes. “Duck!” we all screamed. The ball just missed it’s mark. And our friend we thought may have lost his taste for the sport. But no.
Now that he is away from us he has taken up the sport in earnest. What would have been more logical would have been him starting a South American Curling team…. Make that a Hurling team
posted by Up North @ 7:33 AM
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Ok Senor Coleman, as usual you have it mischaracterized. To steer everyone straight, I've only been invited to go golfing once south of the border. (I've been invited to do other things, but nevermind...).
And, about that hooker...that was Snyder who received that comment as much as your ego would think it yourself. You're giving "literary license" a bad name.
Now that the bird and our goods have flown south, remember 10 more weeks of winter may cause further mental hallucinations. This possibility is especially dangerous for a Coleman.
In the alternative you could venture down here (sans Miss Nancy)and give me a few golfing lessons and/or at least demonstrate how the pro's play the game.
I'm sure your better half would understand this would be a business related activity. Perhaps you could convince our other friends to make the trip and make our activities a foursome.
It's nice to dream isn't it?
I thought that Senor Daveeed almost reduced his size by shanking his tee shot through his legs. Hmmm.. Maybe that was at Weasels. Fred and I are pondering which is easier to get to -- Arkansas, Alabama or Ecuador. Odds are that Whitmans offers the most affordable and closest golf facility available. Course Wobbin would have to mett us in Wausau and drive back up in the dark and stay with us at the Resort. That way he wouldn't be fibbing to tell his beautiful bride that we were going to spend a week at a resort and play golf at a nearby facility.
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