Through the first nine, Will was hitting birdie after birdie. His style of play as you'll notice from the slideshow above was rather unorthodox. He'd hit the ball and then catch up to his ball, pick it up, bring it to the hole, and place it in or right at the lip of the cup before tapping it in. At this point I figured I might as well take my scorecard and eat it because there was no chance I would catch up to this maverick of the greens.
Walking up to the 18th fairway, buried behind Will by dozens of strokes, I watched as he wrapped up a handmade victory that seemed at times, effortless, for him. There wasn't a cup he wasn't comfortable walking up to through the course on the front and back 9 holes and dropping the ball into. Me, on the other hand? I got wet trying to reach into a stream of rushing water to retrieve one lost shot. Will reminded me coolly that my shot on the 17th hole was "on hole number six!!!" Yes, I went astray just a bit on my first shot of that hole.
He raised the victory finger after clinching the win on the 18th hole and from there tried to climb under the cage at the 19th hole where you can win a free game if you can hit a shot down the barrel of a cannon. He quickly realized that wasn't going to work. But we shrugged off the hope for a free game and decided instead to finish off the day by winning some tickets playing Skee Ball and some kind of ticket-issuing game featuring Spongebob Squarepants. Will earned enough tickets for a Tootsie Pop and we celebrated his victory at Parsons Park with a few fun-filled trips down the long, twisty slide.
I had a great time out with my boy this afternoon sharing a memory we won't soon forget. I'll get my revenge on the links the next time around!
1 comment:
hahahahahaha I can't wait till Seth is old enough to do that
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