Good thing it’s a gentleman’s game.
“Hey Craig, beautiful day for golf. You’re getting a bit of a late start, aren’t you?”
Hey Dave. Been here for three hours, actually.
“Oh, so you’re finished already? Man, you must have breezed through the course.”
Nope. Still on the first hole.
“What? You’ve just been sitting here on the first hole for THREE HOURS?”
Yep. Playing with Stan today. He got those Reload Recycled Nike Golf Balls. He thinks the “reload” part means he can take as many mulligans as he wants.
“You’re kidding. Why don’t you just cut him off?”
Meh. I don’t really mind. It’s either this or my wife’s nephew’s 4th birthday party. I think this is probably more exciting.
“Yeah, but at least there’d be cake.”
To be honest, I thought either Stan or the balls would wear out pretty quickly. Turns out I was wrong on both fronts. He had a lot of coffee this morning. And these golf balls have never been subjected to stripping, blasting or repainting, which can alter their quality. They actually look and feel brand new.
“Huh. So how long you gonna let him go on like this?”
Well, I’m starting to get a little hungry. But I figure I’ve got at least another half-hour before the amassing group of polite, albeit obviously perturbed gentlemen behind you go full-out angry mob on us.
“Uh huh. Well. Good luck with that! See you around sometime.”