I've got some skills. Just not in the golf department. Dan knows it. Yet, he still signed me up for a couple's golf tournament for his work. His career. His employment. His boss and wife will be there. Our lively-hood at stakes. Along with 50 others who are into golf. They listed handicaps on the paper. Dan gave me some dignity and listed my score as 68+ (and I love that he allowed me some wiggle room with a potential 68). We will be golfing at the country club. Does that mean no white since it's after Labor Day? Focus. That's what Dan keeps telling me.
We have three days until the tournament. I apparently am not nervous enough. He reminds me that I need to care about this tournament. "You do really great at the things you care about. Can you please care about this for me?" he begs. Okay. Not really begs but I love the fact that he's so into this match...game...tournament?
During his lunch break we met at the driving range. A driving range that is watered by wheel lines. He gave me a few pointers. Told me that I needed to hit it further than 5 yards. I drove the ball a straight 100. "What are you so worried about Dan? See. I'm just fine," and then I missed the next 10. Literally missed the whole ball. I can see why he's a bit concerned. Clearly my skills are on the same level as the sprinkler system.
Here's to you, Dan. Game face is now on. Focused. Focused. Focused. And luck wouldn't hurt either. A tsunami would be even better.
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You make me laugh!! Now, does Dan have a new job? We passed by Henefer yesterday and thought of Dan. :)
We need to come see you sometime and go to Bear World and Yellowstone. Our kids would like that.
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