Oh my God !!!!! We are on the practice range and I have already told him he is in danger of going out there by himself – as in no caddy. No respect. Back chat. Bad attitude.
Gratitude and happy thoughts are how good things happen – and nothing good is happening out on the practice range right now !!!
An early start met with an hour frost delay which means a second breakfast at the club restaurant, I would have taken an extra hour of sleep…… We are playing the back 9 and the walk to hole 10 is quite a trek, but its good in the weak sun and stillness and we are both happier arriving at the tee box.
First hole we stick to our usual strategy of hitting it straight and mission accomplished. Quite prettily in fact.
The second hole gives us our first water hazard ever! Need to make sure we lay up. Very slow, we reach the tee box and the group in front of us is still waiting to tee off ……. Eventually we strike the 5 iron well and its layed up perfectly. He then proceeded to send 2 of his “lucky” balls to a watery grave and he is crazy mad. Not really even because of the bad shots – but the lucky balls are gone and its my fault! Really !! If they were so lucky they wouldn’t be there. 9 on that hole.
Next hole we tee off right next to a massive lake. I tell Rob there is no way we are considering going over any of it. Strategy is: around. He says he wants daddy to caddy for him next time. He thinks he will play better. I tell him the player plays …….. We get a “junk” ball out now. Both his playing partners put their shots in the water trying to drive the green. Rob goes around and sets it up perfectly, no water in sight. This was a good caddy moment for me and a bad one. The bad part being I got so confused about what the boy that I was keeping score for and his dad were doing that when I asked him the score (I had marked 9 for him which included the player putting the ball in the water twice) he said it was 6 and I didn’t really know how to question it ……….
On the long walk to the 3rd hole Rob swears he felt 3 rain drops falling on him. So convinced in fact that he insists on checking the radar on my phone which indicates, as clear as the cloudless blue sky above us, that there is no rain anywhere near our state or the neighboring ones. He still swears he felt them and asks for an explanation. I tell him they were probably little messages from the Universe telling him its all good in his life, you know – like when you find pennies lying around everywhere, or feathers ……. He looks down right at that moment and there is a feather at his feet, “like this?” he says and gives it to me. I say yes, there are angels everywhere.
Keep left. “I know, don’t tell me where I have to go”. OK.
Please use a 9 iron. “No pitching wedge”. I really think its a 9 iron. “No pitching wedge”.
I hate to say it, he needed a 9 iron …….
He pulled some cool shots out of the bag here and there though – he is particularly good at a hybrid off the edge of the green ! The mom of one of Rob’s playing partners was so uplifting and complementary and I really enjoyed her company round the course.
57. Difficult course. He really wants his father to caddy for him next time. I said he absolutely doesn’t. Dad will talk constantly and drive him crazy. He says he won’t. Stay tuned ………
