Hot damn, I may need to import my old clubs over the straight this year...
Doctor for father = golf major part of family bonding
For his 50th birthday my dad and his twin brother played 50 holes of golf, from sunrise to sunset.
On the last hole, our foursome had tripled to a dodecasome (sp?) and there's a great picture somewhere of 12 different balls on the green being putt at the exact same time. Needless to say, most of the crew was sauced by that point.
My dad's got killer golf stories:
- playing at the Old Course at St. Andrew's (oldest golf course in the world still in operation)
- playing at Muirfield (I don't know if this is still true but when he played it was one of the only golf courses in the world that still had a no women policy)
- playing at Nairn (100mph winds, had the entire course to himself)
Then there was the time that my dad went to a new course in Duncan, and about halfway through the back nine, lands an awesome drive and just shouts at the top of his lungs "I BELIEVE!"
We were all trying to pretend we didn't know him at that point.
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