Friendly Golf

Today I played golf with friends for the last time this month. I drove with Jerry who is over eighty but has a professional swing except for the distance. We used a cart today but we had to use the 90% rule we may as well have walked. Our group is called the Oakville Old Masters but they could change the last part of the name to Bastards as we often act that way.

We are grumpy and complain about nearly everything but always turn up the next week for more of the same. Two dollars are contributed each for the best score and with handicaps ranging from 17 to 36 anyone can be a winner. First prize is $16 and when you win it seems like $100 because of the bragging rights.

If you listen to the chatter around the table you get a good overview of what it is like to get old. Every physical condition is described in detail and nearly everyone has at least one to contribute. One of my friends has every imaginable condition but he still comes out to play. I think it is popular to have something wrong to report.

For the most part we are a good bunch and genuinely like each other and I am sure if any real mishap were to occur they would be right there to lend their support. I am not a good golf player but I feel at home with our old foggies and their stories. By the way some of us are pretty good, today Dennis shot a 79. Not bad, eh? When talking to the wives of our group they strongly support the Tuesday outing. I am convinced it to get us out of their way for a few hours. So here is to the game of golf and the people who play it for whatever reason. See you on Tuesday.