Written on 11-8-25.
The other awful round came with Herman (not his real name) this past week. His back was tweaked, he said. He and his wife had lifted their pellet stove…badly. I could tell it was bad, but I wasn’t falling for it. He has told me many times in past rounds that something was ailing him, and then he shot nearly even par. It was no different this time. He only struggled and moaned a bit when teeing his ball, or when he would retrieve it from the hole. I would tease him by saying, “Easy there! Do you need some help?”
I also told him I would be his caddie if he needed more help. Swinging his golf clubs didn’t appear to bother him at all, though.
My good back and I put together an abhorrent round. It was another mix of...