Yogi came prepared with his molotov cocktails, ninja stars, and enough ordinance in his flak jacket to take out a small village. You never know when you’re going to need to defend yourselves. Especially after Doubtfire honked at us approximately 77x, woke up the Goodmont side, and blew our cover.
Homeboy blew our minds with his vast golf knowledge, and Double D questioned his early morning decision to hang with the three of us (wood) pecker heads.
Number of Pax: 4
Pax Names: Homeboy, Double D, Yogi, Manning, Duke
Warm-O-Rama: Slow roll down the 18th fairway listening to HB drone on about how Dandy has taught him to run down hill properly.
The Thang: Pretty simple today folks. Wanted to get off the beaten path a bit and give our joints a break from the pounding they normally take at MW. Planned out a route staying almost entirely on the fairways. 18/17/16/15/14/16/4/5/6/2/9
Stopped at 16 and did 6's on the big sledding hill with BBSU's and Westside's fake Army merkins that he taught us yesterday at The Buff.
Stopped behind #1 green and did two "all you gots" up and back downs
Bushwhacked over to #9 tee and took on "Humpback Hill of Horror" where we ran up to the snack shack and back 2x. In the tall, wet grass, that uphill portion is pretty...terrible.
Finished with a slow mosey up Gaddis and back to the "flag" for about 4 miles.
COT: Praises for DD's company that is blooming, but prayers that it doesn't overwhelm his family.
Praises for Yogi and the Mrs. for getting a little time apart while she visited her mama in Honduras. Absence makes the...well you know the rest.
Prayers for my mother and for aging parents.
Naked Man Moleskin: Well, there were a few regulars traveling this week so smaller numbers were expected. Thought it was just going to be me and Yogi there for a while. We may or may not have pre-decided to opt for plan B and head straight to WH. I guess we'll never know...
Quite a bit of whining about wet feet approximately 50 yards into the run
Mind numblingly boring stories from HB today. Capped off by a big set up about the time that he bought a brand new set of Callaway Steelhead clubs...and really just wanted to know how much they were worth today.
DD tried unsuccessfully to drift away from us today, but we will have none of that, brofessor.
Yogi, killed a 22 point buck with his bare hands, slit its throat with his knife that he had strapped into his anklet...and drank its blood. That was pretty impressive
Homeboy schooled us on the rules of golf - especially red-staked lateral water hazards. Yes, the red paint indicates underground utilities.
And just as we were starting to enjoy the early morning onset of nausea whilst running up the Humpback Hill of Horror, along comes Doubtfire honking his horn like a lunatic, waving wildly, and screaming at us. Kinda like that scene in Elf where Buddy does that 45 second burp and is all "did you hear that??" Yeah, man...we heard that!