The first one was a really cool trick shot I hit once. I was playing in a high school tournament in Mt. Home and had hit my second shot on a par five hole to the left of the green and it stopped on a dirt cart path near a wall. When I got up to the ball I found that I couldn’t get a good stance that allowed me to hit the ball towards the hole. It looked like my only option would be to hit it onto the front of the green, but that would be a long ways from the hole.
I considered hitting left handed, but I was afraid that I would hit it way too hard that way. Even if I used my putter. But then I had an idea. A brilliant idea! I decided that I would bank the ball off the wall and down on the green. I figured I didn’t have much to lose so I lined it up as best I could and hit it.
The ball bounced off the wall, ran down the slope and onto the green. Then it rolled across the green and stopped about six inches from the hole. So then I tapped it in for my birdie and went on.
After the round I saw one of the Mt. Home guys arguing with his coach. He was insisting that my trick shot was illegal, but his coach wasn’t listening. That freaking little crybaby stomped off and then tried to convince the coach of another team. He failed again. I couldn’t believe that guy was trying so hard to ruin my great moment like that. What an a-hole.
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Also, Jesta, who you may remember as Mrs_JCC from my Cinco de Mayo post asked an interesting question yesterday …
Did golfing bring any trashy waitresses to your life? I'd be interested in reading about that!
Well, funny you should ask. When we played in the state championships at the Arlington Golf Course in Hot Springs, we got to go down a day early and play a practice round. Coach Hart wasn’t really a golf coach. He was the strength and conditioning coach for the football team. But, he did play and he was out there with us.
Somewhere on the back nine this young (college aged) girl wearing short shorts and a low cut top came rolling up to us in a golf cart. She stopped and said “Anyone want a beer?”
Well all four of us guys all said “YES!” at the very same moment that coach said “NO!” We all laughed and told coach he could have one, we wouldn’t tell. The girl then said “I won’t tell either.” Again he refused and she told us she had soft drinks and candy bars so coach bought us all something to drink and eat.
What a beer girl might look like..
The girl put on a nice show for us too. She bent over and pulled each candy bar out of the cooler individually and handed them to us. Then she did the same thing for the soft drinks. Our eyes never left her ass. Well, until she stood up and then our eyes never left her cleavage. Hell, I don’t even remember what color her eyes or hair were.
But, the kicker came just after coach paid her for all our stuff when she told him “By the way, I dance at the Centerfold Lounge nights. You should come by and see me.”
Here’s the sign for Centerfold Lounge in Springfield, MO. I’m sure the one in Hot Springs is pretty similar..
Needless to say our day was shot. None of could play golf anymore cause we were so busy laughing and needling coach Hart over his stripper girlfriend. He was red faced the whole rest of the day. But, he didn’t go to the club that night. He was mostly afraid of what we would get into if he left us alone. Probably a good fear to have.
Also, there were no beer girls working the day of the state tournament. Total bummer.
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