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When Evan dropped dead in front of his golfing foursome, Frank responded quickly.
With his brand new E. Vogel Palmer golf shoes, he nudged Evan, and turned him over. “Damn!” Frank cursed, looking down at the grass around Evan. “Now I have grass stains. Damn.”
Clem interrupted. “Well, you insisted on a morning tee-off time. Wet grass is always brutal then."
All looked down at Evan’s still body.
Jack spoke up. “Who will be our fourth?! It isn’t likely Evan will be regenerated anytime soon.”
Frank shook his head. “No help for it. Let’s head back to the clubhouse after we play the next hole. We’ll tell the Front Desk about Evan.” He nudged Evan once more with a heavy sigh.
This is a 2015 re-post with some re-writing. Underlined words are from Wednesday Words, developed by Delores as a way for writers to challenge themselves.
I really love using words that have absolutely no connection to each other.
I smiled, having known couple golfers that were this dedicated to the game. Even one that died on the course. However he always said that there was always a Dr. close by on the course. LOL But sadly not that day.
ReplyDeleteBut yeah, you did good! Love it!
Obsession can take one away.
DeleteWell done. My brother in law would have kept playing. Hit the ball drag Evan.
ReplyDeleteHm. Frank wouldn't have dragged Evan. Clem might have.
DeleteHow thoughtless of Evan to ruin their game.
ReplyDeleteRight. I mean, Evan should have at least given them all a heads-up.
DeleteBefore he went 'toes up'.
DeleteAt least Evan went the way he would have liked. Even if he would have wished a little more dignity for his remains.
ReplyDeleteOne of my sisters in law has definite Frank tendencies.
ReplyDeleteIt was very strange. It was about 11:30 last night when suddenly my wife shouted, "Golf ... Golf ... Golf ... That's all you speak about. That's all you do. Golf ... Always golf!"
ReplyDeleteI tell you. It was out of the blue, and I was startled out of my life. I never expected to see her on the golf course at that time of night. I was practising quietly and there she was. Shouting at the top of her voice.
God bless.
HA! That'll teach you! Next time, provide her with ear buds. Wear dark clothing. Wear those night vision goggles.
DeleteExcellent!
While golfing, the worst thing I ever came across was chiggers (little mite bugs) they itched bad at first. Then they tore my leg up.
ReplyDeleteChiggers are nasty nasty.
DeleteSusan:
ReplyDeleteI can safely say that my knowledge and "love" of golf is limited to the MINIATURE kind...lol.
If I want wet grass, stained clothing, assorted bugs, rain, or sunstroke, I can always just go hiking...
(hope they DID find Evan)
I'm sure that the next foursome found him. Hopefully one of them had a soul and called the clubhouse, before playing through.
DeleteI wonder if regeneration would have worked for the Bishop in Caddyshack...
ReplyDeleteOh, such memories. The Bishop would have needed more than just that.
DeleteI hope Evan didn't leave a divot when he dropped dead.
ReplyDeleteHe may have fallen on it.
DeleteOh, dear. He was certainly part of a dedicated group.
ReplyDeleteEvan would have understood the action. He would have done the same.
DeleteGolfing is a lifestyle for many, especially retirees. I remember reading about Bing Crosby. Apparently he was not a very nice man and an even worse dad. He lived life on his terms and beliefs but was often hypocritical. He was a man in his late seventies, and was out golfing with some buddies and won the round. As I remember, he was heading for the nineteenth hole and suddenly dropped dead from a heart attack. No pain, no lingering, just dead. Best way to go.
ReplyDeleteThat is just the way he would have wanted.
DeleteI had heard that this was his character. Loooong ago, one of his sons wrote something to that effect. Sad.
Oh man. He ruined their golf game? With his dying? How rude.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you like the slippers. At least it cooled off a bit for you to enjoy them ;)
I love them, wear them watching TV.
DeleteSome golfers are addicts.
They're going to walk off and leave him there? Thank heavens this is fiction.
ReplyDeleteAt least, we can hope it is fiction.
Deletenicely done dear Susan!
ReplyDeletei like seeing people golf ,slow and bit boring for watchers yet a way to show status and power for many
We can see a golf course from our house. In our retirement community, golf is a social event and exercise.
DeleteI would not golf for any reason possible.
Hi Susan, I found your interesting blog here thanks to some kind comments you left on mine. Thank you. I am not a golfer but I do enjoy, as you will know, a nice walk each morning. My walk is about 3 miles and takes me nearly an hour. I continue to be amazed at what this does to my thought process. For some reason clarity arrives frequently during the walk and I suddenly have a new take on some issue in my life. I love that. Now, to make a long story longer, on March 1st, I decided to set a little personal challenge for myself to walk the 3 miles, take a few photos, and then post the photos on my blog. This has renewed my interest in blogging in several ways and one of them is getting comments from new (to me) bloggers. I've found this to be a more rewarding way to participate in social media than using, for example, Facebook or Twitter. Sorry for the long comment but your blog set me into the reflective mode ... something I always appreciate. Thank you for sharing. I hope to see you again at John's Island and good walking to you!
ReplyDeleteWalking through your incredible land would inspire me too. You live in such green and lovely place.
DeleteWas this in honor of the Masters?
ReplyDeleteYes, we were getting ready to enjoy this one.
DeleteI recall working on a golf course once and the greenskeeper pointing and saying dont laugh. So I peeked and saw a golfer teeing off. She had the funniest hop and swing as she hit her golf ball with her feet in the air, did I laugh? Yes and I got a dig in the ribs, oh but it was worth it.
ReplyDeleteWhy did she develop that stance!? Oh, that would be funny.
DeleteOkay you got me, What is this about waffles? I realize I am lost a lot of the time, but here I am lost. LOL I do enjoy your comments, they are a joy!
ReplyDeleteLove from NC, Sherry & jack
Oops. I was heading over to Cranky Old Man, who was wrestling with toasting a waffle to his wife's standards! Oh, that is strange!
DeleteI have never golfed but knew plenty of people who did. I never could understand the fascination of hitting a small ball and then go find it and hit it again. It's good exercise they say, yes it is but I would rather walk around and take photos. Some people find that boring but you do what you like and enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteExactly, for me too. To focus on a white ball instead of a bird soaring in the sky is a waste.
DeleteI understand that many older people use this time as exercise and socializing, which makes sense. That is great.
I'm running very late, but my life has not been my own recently. I had to laugh at the post. That's a humorous story, dear. I also like the photo and the caption reflects my thoughts perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI think there are more of these kinds of jokes about golf than any other sport. Maybe its apocryphal and one will involveTrump soon!
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