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HOLE-IN-ONES:
Saturday, 13 March, 2004, Tom gave me a copy of this story because I knew about it and wanted to include it on my web page. I was almost finished copying it into my computer when my wife called me to dinner. While eating, I had the Golf Channel on. The announcer said that three golfers, who had never had hole-in-ones, accomplished the feat together, two on one hole and the other on the next par 3.
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THE GOLF BALL BY TOM HEMINGWAY (story # 341 on my website)
It's Monday, September 10, 2001, and I'm playing golf with a foursome at La Cita Country Club in Titusville, Florida. I'm riding with my good friend Denis Haggerty, a retired pro football player, and probably doing more talking than playing. We had torrential rain yesterday, courtesy of hurricane Erwin, which has passed by and headed for Long Island, New York. Our course drains well so we were able to play "cart paths only". Along about the 6th hole, my first experience with a hurricane came to mind. I said to Denis, "Being a Pennsylvania boy, I didn't have any idea what a hurricane was all about until we were invited to Long Island in the early 50's for the wedding of my friend Jack Dwyer's sister. The power was out and the rain was teeming down. We wrapped the bride in sheets, carried her into the candle lit church for the ceremony. Afterward we went to a reception at a country club, I think, is named Westward Ho." Denis, a Long Islander, replied, "It must have been Southward Ho in Brightwaters." With my memory being what it is at this stage in my life, I didn't argue. On my drive at the 8th hole, I pulled my ball into the woods. While looking for my errant shot, I found an old, algae encrusted ball and picked it up out of the moss. At the next tee I washed my ball and the one I had found. When Denis completed his tee shot, I said, "Look at the logo on this old ball I found. It says, ' SOUTHWARD HO COUNTRY CLUB' ". Neither Denis nor I had been near that club in over 40 years.
THIS STORY HAS A RING TO IT (Story # 342)
This story has a ring to it: In January, 2004, I was on my patio when I noticed my neighbor out in his backyard with a metal detector. He must have spent 3-4 hours scanning his grass. I asked him the next day, as I leaned over our fence, what had he lost. He said that he was losing weight and had lost his gold wedding ring but didn't have any idea where or when. I then glanced to my left about 8-10 feet and spotted his ring in the grass. Night before last, Joan's sister and husband were over and I told them the above story. The next day after we had done some shopping, we were having lunch at home when Shirley, my sis-in-law discovered one of her gold ear rings was missing. We searched the house for about an hour, and then backtracked. While Bob and I went to one store, my wife and Shirley went to another. They pulled into the yard about 5 minutes after Bob and I with the ear ring. Joan said that the one parking spot I had used that morning was empty so she parked there. They searched through the whole store and around the parking space before finally getting back in the car. Then Joan told Shirley to get out one more time and look around the parking spot, which she did and got back in. As Joan was backing out, she spotted the ear ring in the sand. In February of 06, I was playing golf and riding with Dick Ledger in his cart when he mentioned that he was having trouble keeping his wedding ring on because he was losing weight. The remark brought back memories of the above story from the year before so I told it to him. When I arrived home that afternoon, my wife told me that she had spoken to Janet White on the phone and learned that Bill, her husband, had lost his ring finger while trying to lift something heavy from his son’’s truck. A few days later, Bob and Shirley came to visit again and I told them all of the above. Just before they were about to leave, Bob discovered he had lost his wedding band (He had been losing weight.)After they left, my wife continued to look for the ring and asked me to help. I didn’’t and said to her, " He’’ll probably find it in his trunk" Our maid, Suzan came that day so my wife asked her to keep an eye out for it also. I told her the complete story up till then. And then, I told her a ring joke. I said, "Do you know why my finger smells like lemon pie? It’’s got my rang on it" That night Shirley called. She said Bob had found his ring in the car trunk. The next time Suzan came, I told her that Bob had found his ring. She said, "After you told me the ring joke, I went home and found my mother in the kitchen. I asked her what she was baking and she replied, "Limon meringue pie".
My wife, who had lost a pinky ring, found it in her golf glove the same day Dick Ledger's wife, Joice, lost an earring.
Did you ever find something that was lost, before you missed it? I pulled my hand from under my pillow to find my wife’’s ring hooked to my ring She had come to wake me a few minutes before.
Isa 65:24 And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear..
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HAVE A GREAT GAME (Story # 316 )
Two years ago I was playing in our club men’s group competing in teams of four. We couldn’’t divide up evenly so my team only had three players. I would receive a blind draw at the end of play to determine my teams’’ overall score. One player, Bob Boniface, who was on another team, was having an exceptional round and was leading the match until his card was picked as my blind draw. My team picked up eight or ten strokes for him, placing us first and his team second.
The following week when I saw Bob just before we played again, I told him it didn’t seem fair for him to play so well, and then get beat because someone picked his card for a blind draw.
Feeling a little guilty, I said something that I don’’t ever remember saying before as we left for a shot gun start. I hollered, “Hey Bob, have a great game!”
I started on No. 4 and as I chipped up to the green, I heard a loud roar go up at the No. 7 tee close by. With the first swing of his club that day, Bob hit a hole in one.
HAPPY GILMORE (story # 349)
About four and a half years ago, I think it was the day my wife Joan had her hole - in - one at La Cita, she and I were discussing spectacular golf shots. I said, “You may not have heard about this, but Andrew Magee had a hole - in - one while playing a par 4 on the PGA tour this year (2001) at the Phoenix open. A player on the green was practicing his putting stroke when Andrew's drive ricocheted off the back of his putter into the hole.” Then I continued, " I remember, years ago, reading about something even stranger...a golfer on a par 3 overshot the green. His ball glanced off of a Volkswagen going by on the road, fell back onto the green and rolled in the cup." At the time I had read it, I imagined a specific colored car, yellow. That night I asked Joan what she would like to do. She replied, " Let's watch one of the DVDS we got when we bought our player the other day". We had never used it. Since I had golf on my mind, I inserted a movie titled “Happy Gilmore”. It is about an x-hockey player who gets on the PGA tour basically because he had hit a hole - in - one on a par 4 hole. He also used a hockey stick sometimes as an iron or a putter. He makes his last shot of a tournament to win by glancing his ball, first, off of a yellow Volkswagen, then through a Rube Goldberg maze, (a fallen tower), into the hole. At the time we owned a cocktail lounge. Sometime later, I installed another TV down the bar which included a DVD player, away from the one I always had on mostly for live sports.
One Sunday afternoon I was tending bar alone. I had only one customer, a young man in his twenties. We both were watching PGA golf and I had "Happy Gilmore" playing on the DVD. The young man made a comment, “I could hit that ball if they let me use a baseball bat.” I replied, “Why not use a hockey stick like Happy?” I glanced over to the other TV to see Happy putting with his hockey stick. The announcer on live TV said at that moment, and I don’’t know what prompted his remark, “If you hit a golf ball with a hockey stick, you have to hit it straight on.” I told someone at the bar the above story a few days later, then left the bar, got in my truck and drove south toward Mims, thinking about what I had just discussed. As I pulled up to the red light at 46, a yellow VW turned left in front of me. Two weeks later, Joan and I drove to Ft. Myers to try to locate her brother she hadn't heard from in 46 years. After finding him and talking for a while, he remarked, “Let me show you my old cars.” We walked around to the back and when he raised the garage door, a yellow Volkswagen appeared. Now, when I see a yellow VW, it's special to me. Last week, just after seeing one pass, I crossed the street and walked into a thrift store. Just inside, was a toy model VW on a pedestal.
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HAVE A GREAT GAME (Story # 316)
Two years ago I was playing in our club men’s group competing in teams of four. We couldn’t divide up evenly so my team only had three players. I would receive a blind draw at the end of play to determine my teams’’ overall score. One player, Bob Boniface, who was on another team, was having an exceptional round and was leading the match until his card was picked as my blind draw. My team picked up eight or ten strokes from him, placing us first and his team second.
The following week when I saw Bob just before we played again, I told him it didn’’t seem fair for him to play so well, and then get beat because someone picked his card for a blind draw.
Feeling a little guilty, I said something that I don’t ever remember saying before as we left for a shot gun start. I hollered, “Hey Bob, have a great game!”
I started on No. 4 and as I chipped up to the green, I heard a loud roar go up at the No. 7 tee close by. With the first swing of his club that day, Bob hit a hole in one.
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Last Saturday, there were four hole-in-ones at my home course in Titusville, Fl.
One was like Magee's, on a par 4, hole # 15.
I just know, my friend Wayne Sparks, who pasted away
last year, is smiling down. He drove that green in a
club scramble and all four of us missed a twenty
foot eagle putt.
Zero
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