Two Things

It was a stinker today; hotter than the hubs of hell, and muggy.  Fortunately, we teed off early, before the worst of it.  But, we were a tired, bedraggled foursome coming in.

Billy Gallagher and I played a match against Carl the Grumbler and his grandson, Kyle.  Fortunately for us, Kyle was struggling and Carl finished six over for his last five holes, so we didn't have much trouble earning the bragging rights today.

But we were definitely feeling it.  My back was aching after I slipped twice and had to go to the morphine.  Billy was having some breathing issues as well, but we hung in there and got 'er done.  

On the eleventh tee, Billy said, "This day's only good for two things."

I asked him what that was and he told me a story he thought was one for the blog.  Years ago, he was down in Myrtle Beach.  It was a rainy day, and Billy, like most of the golfers, was checking out a liquor store on the main drag.  A grizzled, old southerner was perched behind the cash.

With a deep, raspy voice which was likely the result of too many bourbons, he said to Billy, "This day's only good for two things."

"What's that, sir?"  Billy asked.

"Fixin' broken pistols and new brides."

Oh, that sweet southern charm.