Movie’s final scenes
Waiting for chilling finish—
Eyes lowered . . . the end!
Water hole ahead
Bag’s cache of balls—down to one!
Errant, groaning splash
Endless highway miles
Welcoming faithful landmark—
Blessed home sweet home
Pete lines up his tee shot on the first hole. Will his golf game be up to par?
He takes his stance, and his graceful and controlled swing looks perfect. Well it should; after all, it was just his warm-up swing.
Swinging for real, Pete’s tee shot flies away and looks to be splitting the fairway right down the middle. Suddenly, the golf ball changes direction as its speed shatters the sound barrier . . . hooking and hooking, left and more left!
Through the fairway.
Into the backyard of a home, sitting along the fairway’s left rough.
This tee shot looks hungry to score.
Through the kitchen window.
Right into Fred’s morning “Cup of Joe.”
Filled with a swagger and some pumped up jazz, Pete wanders up to the kitchen window and peers inside.
He confidently asks Fred, “Do you mind if I play through?”
Puzzled, Fred looks down at the golf ball swimming in his cup of fresh brewed coffee. Without saying a word, he seems to be singing the blues!
Originally published July, 2020.
A late autumn afternoon coaxes Fred and Milt, two of golfing’s diehards, to make one final trip to the golf course before storing their clubs for another season. The forecast looks a bit ominous, but the hardy duo figure they can handle anything Mother Nature throws at them.
By the time they reach the first tee, a miserable windy, rainy cold front is quickly approaching. Fred tells Milt, “Maybe the weather will clear.”
The twosome manages to finish the first hole with a pair of pars, and they both feel confident to play the second hole. Meanwhile, the cold, wind, and rain have arrived.
Moving along a bit more quickly, Fred and Milt finish the second hole with a pair of bogeys. Obviously, their thoughts are more concerned with the weather than their golf score.
Hesitating just a bit, Milt asks Fred, “Should we continue to the next hole?”
With the wind beginning to roar, Fred shouts back, “Sure, let’s go for it.”
Milt hits a near-perfect tee shot, but he can barely see the ball in the driving rain. Before Fred can tee up his ball, the rain is beginning to turn to snow.
Undeterred, Fred slams into his tee shot with a towering, magnificent drive. One problem!
Tiny snowflakes are growing exponentially bigger as Fred’s ball takes off. Quickly, the ball disappears into a cloud of white. Milt calls out, “Looks like we can finish this hole next spring. Let’s get out of here!”
Fred shoots back, “Sounds like a great plan. Let’s head to my place and see if Marge has any coffee and pie left.”
Reaching the warm and dry kitchen, the haggard golfers are greeted by the aroma of Marge’s fresh baked Dutch apple pie, topped with her mother’s secret recipe of streusel. As the golfing buddies sit down around the kitchen table with Marge and her sweet pie, Fred remarks, “We both took a ‘snowman’ on our third hole, but Margie’s pie wins out for sure!”
The pace of work at Bill’s office has recently been too much to bear. Laboring for countless hours to land a substantial account for his marketing business, he has been working diligently, nearly nonstop, with little time off.
Viewing a beautiful day outside of his office window, Bill checks his calendar. All looks free for an afternoon rendezvous with one of his favorite places . . . a splendid, quiet 18 holes on the golf course.
As he quietly slips away from the office, Bill instructs his secretary to hold down the fort . . . “Please keep the boss off of my back for three hours.”
About two hours later, Bill’s boss shows up. He needs to catch up with Bill about this new account. Let’s eavesdrop on the conversation between the boss and Bill’s ever-protective secretary.
The boss asks the secretary, “Where’s Bill at? I need to check on his progress with our newest account.”
She dutifully replies, “He’s working on his game.”
“What game?”
“He’s working hard to land this new account that’s better than par.”
“Well, I hope he keeps his eyes focused on the prize, just like an eagle.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’s looking for lots of birdies, perhaps an eagle or two”
As the boss leaves the office, he turns around and smiles, “Bill really is my ‘ace in the hole’ around here.”
Meanwhile at this same moment on the golf course, Bill tees off on the short, par-3, 13th hole. His ball carries straight and true, lands softly on the green, and meanders right into the hole.
A hole-in-one . . . an ACE!
Pete lines up his tee shot on the first hole. Will his golf game be up to par?
He takes his stance, and his graceful and controlled swing looks perfect. Well it should; after all, it was just his warm-up swing.
Swinging for real, Pete’s tee shot flies away and looks to be splitting the fairway right down the middle. Suddenly, the golf ball changes direction as its speed shatters the sound barrier . . . hooking and hooking, left and more left!
Through the fairway.
Into the backyard of a home, sitting along the fairway’s left rough.
This tee shot looks hungry to score.
Through the kitchen window.
Right into Fred’s morning “Cup of Joe.”
Filled with a swagger and some pumped up jazz, Pete wanders up to the kitchen window and peers inside.
He confidently asks Fred, “Do you mind if I play through?”
Puzzled, Fred looks down at the golf ball swimming in his cup of fresh brewed coffee. Without saying a word, he seems to be singing the blues!
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Pete lines up his tee shot on the 172-yard, Par 3 hole. He is playing for fun at Lake Hills Golf Club, and the 14th hole offers an opportunity to add a bit more practice to his round of golf.
Since the course is nearly empty, Pete decides to hit a dozen tee shots at the green. He has brought along his three young sons (Glenn, James, and Gene) to shag balls and allow their mother a respite back home. She will definitely appreciate a break from the high-energy boys.
As Pete hits each tee shot, his sons’ eyes follow each golf ball. Each boy calls out different shots, and these will be his to locate in a few minutes. After all, their father didn’t bring them out to the golf course just to fool around.
While most of the shots miss the green, a few have managed to find the putting surface. The cup is somewhat hidden by a slight rise at the front of the green.
Eventually, Pete is finished with his extra practice. He turns the boys loose to locate the wayward shots, with orders to bring back all of the golf balls not on the green.
The three brothers scamper down the short fairway to begin searching and locating the eight balls which never found their intended target. The experience feels almost like an Easter egg hunt, except the June day offers a mild and sunny, early summer afternoon.
As the boys make their way back to the green, each has located his assigned golf balls. Pete calls out to the boys, “There appears to be a missing ball. Did anyone miss one of my bad shots?”
The brothers shake their heads in affirmation that all of the balls have been recovered. Three golf balls lie on or close to the putting surface. Gene wonders out loud, “Where is the fourth ball?”
James casually walks over to the cup and takes a peek. He shouts out, “The ball is in the hole.”
Glenn jumps up and down with excitement, “Hey Dad, you made a hole-in-one!”
The three brothers are charged up and want to tell others about their father’s amazing shot. He defuses their enthusiasm when he humbly explains, “The shot cannot count as an official hole-in-one. Remember, I hit a dozen tee shots.”
While Pete’s three sons hold on to this special moment in secrecy, they will never forget when their father hit his “once-in-a-lifetime” shot. Amazing!
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The pace of work at Bill’s office has recently been too much to bear. Laboring for countless hours to land a substantial account for his marketing business, he has been working diligently, nearly nonstop, with little time off.
Viewing a beautiful day outside of his office window, Bill checks his calendar. All looks free for an afternoon rendezvous with one of his favorite places . . . a splendid, quiet 18 holes on the golf course.
As he quietly slips away from the office, Bill instructs his secretary to hold down the fort . . . “Please keep the boss off of my back for three hours.”
About two hours later, Bill’s boss shows up. He needs to catch up with Bill about this new account. Let’s eavesdrop on the conversation between the boss and Bill’s ever-protective secretary.
The boss asks the secretary, “Where’s Bill at? I need to check on his progress with our newest account.”
She dutifully replies, “He’s working on his game.”
“What game?”
“He’s working hard to land this new account that’s better than par.”
“Well, I hope he keeps his eyes focused on the prize, just like an eagle.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’s looking for lots of birdies, perhaps an eagle or two.”
As the boss leaves the office, he turns around and smiles, “Bill really is my ‘ace in the hole’ around here.”
Meanwhile at this same moment on the golf course, Bill tees off on the short, par-3, 13th hole. His ball carries straight and true, lands softly on the green, and meanders right into the hole.
A hole-in-one . . . an ACE!
Photo by Steve Momot on Pexels.com
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