Ah yes...what might go wrong, will go wrong.  That in a nut-shell is just how the good old golf game went today.  Oh, I had a good time (I am exhausted), but what happend today is almost funny.  Really.  I mean, I can even chuckle about it now.  This morning was a different story though.

I worked my hind end off yesterday so I could kick back and relax today and enjoy myself in a friendly round of golf.  Well, I got all of my errands and yard work finished, long hot shower, brushed my teeth and was ready to hit the rack.  Let's see...I managed to get about a four hour "nap" before I had to get up to take care of nothing and I ended up staying awake until it was time to head out for work.  So, after a full night of taken care of busness I was ready to go out and reign terror on the links.  Another cup (or two) of coffee and I would be totally primed and ready.  (This is were it gets funny)  I needed to get gas in my car and I had a few minutes to spare so I figured this would be a good time to knock this out.  I pull up to the gas pump to fill up and I opened up my little gas door and stuck my hand in there to un-screw the gas cap...SHAZAM...there was a stinking wasp in my gas door.  Guess what that little bugger did...no really...guess.  That little s.o.b. stung me right on my index finger!!!  CRAP!!!! ( I really said some other expletive phrases that I shall not repeat )  Oh man, why now?  I stomped around for a few moments kicking a cursing the little terror while putting on quite a show for all of the other patrons at the quicky mart.   

Well, after stopping off and getting a four dollar cup of crappy coffe it was off to swing the clubs.  Let's see...the guy at the club house didn't us give our discount ( that they said they would over the phone ) and the greens ( which had been aerated a couple of weeks ago...and not filled in ) were horrible.  It was like putting on a gravel road.  Why would we spend good money on a nice course only to have the greens look like something out of a cartoon.  Why, why, why?   

By now my finger is begining to swell and throb, but that is ok because I can swallow down the pain with my four dollar cup of coffee as I watch my golf ball hop around like a bunny on crack.

We tee it up again next week.

Everyone have a great day!