That Friday was one of those few days in August where the weather was bearable. The weather was more than just bearable, it was actually comfortable. So it was a good day to go and play golf.
Actually, there are very few days when it is not good to go and play golf. So I picked up Dale at six o’clock that Friday morning and we headed down to meet Jimmy at a course just over the state line in South Carolina, near Little River. Rushing through the drive thru at McDonald’s, we ordered our two senior coffees and our dollar sausage biscuits.
Always the big spender, Dale picked up the $2.63 tab. (Yes, that was definitely pre-inflation time.
) The golf course, which was located on the Intercoastal Waterway, was beautiful, a challenge, but not too hard. After the first six holes, I looked back at my scorecard and realized I had bogied every hole. (For you nongolfers, please be patient.
) I had played OK, I had a good chance to par every hole, but didn’t. I would miss a short putt or leave an approach shot just off the green. Something like that.
Frustrated with the missed opportunities, and knowing we were playing a difficult course, I told Dale, “I should have gotten those pars when I had a chance because I know there are double bogies down the road.” Dale replied, “Yeah, it’s kinda like life. You better make the most of opportunities while you can, because you know there are always going to be those double bogies.
” That’s pretty profound for the golf course, isn’t.