john lucas
AAW Forum Expert
I had the strangest dream last night. Usually I don’t remember dreams but this one just stuck with me. I was playing golf with my Dad and my uncle Bob. They are serious golfers. Me, well I try. After they tee’d off I stepped up to try my luck. I have always had a problem with slicing so I chose my Johannes Michelson club because I was told it would never slice if you cleaned and serviced the clubs with the Vector jig. I hit a great ball headed exactly where I wanted. Unfortunately there was a limb that hung out over the fairway about 40 yards out and I hit it. The ball bounced back toward me landing almost at my feet. I tried again and this time landed in the rough. I pulled out my Thompson roughing gouge club because I knew the shank was thick and I could really swing through that brush. The ball hit a rock as it came out and bounce into the other side of the fairway back into the grass on that side. Every time I swung my club Dad and Bob would take a swig of beer. I was all over the fairway and mostly in the woods taking stroke after stroke. Bob and Dad had another drink. The club manager didn’t seem to mind because he kept bringing beer to Dad and Bob as they happily took swig after swig. I was not holding up play because the foursome behind us knew I wasn’t going to hit them in the fairway. My Thompson club were holding up great especially the sand wedge that seemed to hold an edge forever and cut through all that sand. I finally made it to the green and pulled out my Jamieson laser guided putter. I must have not aligned the laser properly because I kept missing going back and forth across the green. Bob and Dad were happily drinking away with the manager joining in. Fortunately there was a rule at the club that said if you reach the number of strokes per hole that matches the course Par you could move onto the next hole without a penalty. Bob and Dad had another beer and went on to Tee 2.
