I just got back from the driving range. Grip it and rip it! That’s what “they” say at places like “that.”
I first played golf over ten years ago, and it took me nearly the first two years of my “career” to be able to consistently hit the ball in the air.
Some things come more easily to certain individuals than they do to others. Let’s see Mr. Cabrera or Mr. Woods make a Colossus!
Not sure what a Colossus is? Well friend, ask your friendly Franktuary staff member, conveniently located at 325 Oliver Avenue! But don’t ask here, don’t ask now. There are just some things that typeface can’t do justice.
Back in high school, my friend and I wanted to start a Rebirth Brass Band tribute band. We called it the ShakyBootyBeat. Unfortunately, we never got very far with the band because we lacked the appropriate instrumentation. Specifically we never found a sousaphone player, let alone a sousaphone player worthy of filling the shoes of “Big Tuba Phil.” If only I knew “Big Meg” back then.
Since we didn’t have an entire band we worked on what we could, meaning we worked on the names of albums yet to be produced. My personal favorite is “Santa’s Got the Funks.”
At the time we came up with the title my friend and I were working as caddies at a local golf club. One of our peers was a laid-back-heavy-set-bearded-middle-aged-black man named Harvey. Another co-worker was a much smaller heavy-set fellow people called “Roger the Dodger.”
For our album cover, we envisioned Harvey wearing a Santa suit and sipping a lemonade while lounging on an inflatable raft as he floated on the pond between the fourth tee and green. Roger would be standing in front of the pond, wearing those curly little elf shoes, a green leotard, and an appropriately elfish cap. He would be sipping a cocktail while casually leaning on a seven wood.
Santa’s Got the Funks.
It’s been a good weekend for the lefties of the world, a group I count myself among. Saturday, of course, was International Left-Hander’s Day, and today everyone’s favorite south-paw golfer, Phil Mickelson, pulled out a win at the PGA Championship.
Now, this is where it gets interesting. I used to caddy at Baltusrol, where the PGA Championship was held this year. This weekend I shot my personal best score for 9 holes of golf after not playing at all this summer. Today has been a busier Monday than we’ve had in the store for a long tme.
Well, I think if you’re lefty, you should take advantage of this successful streak we seem to be on right now. Clearly, good things are meant to happen this week. Stop by and celebrate with a fruit shake from Hot D***a!
