Written on 11-10-24.
I am in my/our computer room, and I am listening to the Broncos. They are playing the Chiefs in Kansas City today, and they have the lead…for now. The score is 14-13.
I thought of some other things to write about after my last major victory. The first thing is Herman (not his real name) has had many ailments when we’ve played this season.
*Broncos had the Chiefs defeated with a 35-yard field goal. Then a Chief blocked it, and it was over. The Broncos lost. What the heck!
We have joked about Herman's problems. It started with a bad back. He would play to help loosen it up and get out of the house. He would tease me by saying this would be a great day to beat him. It wasn’t.
The next malady was a cold. He sounded terrible. Once again, he reminded me this would be an excellent opportunity to beat him. Then he shot a 39. It doesn’t matter what is hurting him.
He also would work on his game by experimenting with different things. No differences ever in his scores, though.
Written on 11-17-24.
This last time he figured out that his gout was acting up. I wasn't happy to hear this, of course, but this was what would eventually be his downfall. He was still able to shoot a 41, but with my six strokes, I was able to defeat him this time.
I was proud of how I held my mental state together during the last four or five holes. I started to get ahead of myself by thinking I might just do it this time, but then I caught myself. I even said where I was,
which hole I was on, what the date was, and what I was doing in a couple of places. That happened on #16, for sure. I also tried to calm myself by counting backwards from 5 to 1, something I had learned from Dawn Grant. Both of those things really helped me to stay focused on what I was doing.
We really had a good time. We always enjoy our banter. When we were playing #9, I had some difficulties. I didn't get off the tee, and then I shanked another shot out to the desert rough. When I finally got up to the green, I wondered where Herman's ball was. I had passed him up. He was near the bunkers and about 60 yards away for his third shot. He made a sarcastic comment about how he was always waiting on me. I clapped back and said, “That's never stopped you before.”
We laughed and laughed. He said he thought he had really burned me with that comment, but when I had a retort, he was blown away and it really cracked him up.
Until next time…
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