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| Powder Monkey July 2010 |
| The Shot by Tony Rivari |
“Okay, who goes first?” Shelly asked as the pair walked out onto the area for
teeing off.
“You of course, Ladies always go first.” Ward replied.
Shelly placed her ball on the tee as she spoke. “Gee, let me guess. Been a while
since you played a round and you want to watch me to see how its done.”
“Oh, I don’t need to watch you to see how to play around.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter.” Shelly took her stance for teeing off. “Want to put
something on this game?”
“Okay, if I win I get to invite the cheerleaders over for the night.”
“Still down in the gutter or getting ready to spend the night there?” Not seeming to
be distracted by Ward’s comment, Shelly took her time lining up her shot. She knew her
boy friend, he was more than willing to try to distract her.
Ward thought for a moment. “If I win we do supper in the restaurant of my choice.”
“Okay, as long as the place is here in town. No magic. We’re not going to Naples
for pizza.” Shelly took several practice strokes as she spoke. “If I win, we have supper
over in Memphis at that BBQ place I like.”
“Oh, it’s okay if magic is used if you win.”
“You want dessert?”
“Shut up and play with your ball.” Ward snapped.
Shelly took her swing. As she watched the ball go down the course she smiled.
“Nice, match that. . . . Don’t even think it!”
Bitch. She knows me too well. Damn, if she wasn’t should a wonderful
companion. Ward strolled over and placed his tee. As the ball was put on it he
remarked. ”Just mind your manner. Now watch the pro.”
Acting as if he was one of the Three Stooges Ward took a few practice swings.
“I’m not sure if you’re screwing around or not.” Shelly chuckled as she spoke. “Did
you teach Mo how to play?”
“Cute, now watch and learn.”
Now in a serious mood Ward lined up his shot.
Swoosh!
“Ah, hell! Where’d that damn breeze come from?” Ward yelled as he watched the
ball begin its trip towards the cup.
“Starting the excuses already?” Shelly was smiling. “I see that hand. No helping the
ball.”
“You’ve been watching too much TV. I don’t do hand motions.”
“Ward! Do something about that bird your ball just hit.” The woman stared at the
creature as it fell to earth.
“No. I don’t play with matters of the living. Not my fault the critter was flying around
a golf course. . . . Did that thing just bounce out of the trees?”
“You’re getting some lucky breaks. . . . Ward. No magic! The ball’s bouncing
along the pathway.”
“Now if it would just bounce off that - ”
As the pair watched, off a rock in the creek the ball bounced high enough that a
gust of wind pushed it onto the putting green.
“Honey, my eyes aren’t as good as yours. Am I seeing correctly where the ball
stopped?” The flag was in the cup several hundred yards away.
Sheepishly Ward responded. “Yeah, looks like it rolled to within a couple of feet of
the cup.”
For several moments the pair stood and just looked at the lay of the ball.
Her mouth open in disbelief Shelly slowly turned toward her boy friend.
Ward seem to know what was coming. For once Shelly might have a good reason
to suspect a little hocus-pokus. While there was a lot of things to support her suspicions
Ward knew the truth. As he held up a finger he remarked.
“Don’t you dare say I used magic. There’s no way in heaven, hell or on earth I could
have choreograph that flight path.”
teeing off.
“You of course, Ladies always go first.” Ward replied.
Shelly placed her ball on the tee as she spoke. “Gee, let me guess. Been a while
since you played a round and you want to watch me to see how its done.”
“Oh, I don’t need to watch you to see how to play around.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter.” Shelly took her stance for teeing off. “Want to put
something on this game?”
“Okay, if I win I get to invite the cheerleaders over for the night.”
“Still down in the gutter or getting ready to spend the night there?” Not seeming to
be distracted by Ward’s comment, Shelly took her time lining up her shot. She knew her
boy friend, he was more than willing to try to distract her.
Ward thought for a moment. “If I win we do supper in the restaurant of my choice.”
“Okay, as long as the place is here in town. No magic. We’re not going to Naples
for pizza.” Shelly took several practice strokes as she spoke. “If I win, we have supper
over in Memphis at that BBQ place I like.”
“Oh, it’s okay if magic is used if you win.”
“You want dessert?”
“Shut up and play with your ball.” Ward snapped.
Shelly took her swing. As she watched the ball go down the course she smiled.
“Nice, match that. . . . Don’t even think it!”
Bitch. She knows me too well. Damn, if she wasn’t should a wonderful
companion. Ward strolled over and placed his tee. As the ball was put on it he
remarked. ”Just mind your manner. Now watch the pro.”
Acting as if he was one of the Three Stooges Ward took a few practice swings.
“I’m not sure if you’re screwing around or not.” Shelly chuckled as she spoke. “Did
you teach Mo how to play?”
“Cute, now watch and learn.”
Now in a serious mood Ward lined up his shot.
Swoosh!
“Ah, hell! Where’d that damn breeze come from?” Ward yelled as he watched the
ball begin its trip towards the cup.
“Starting the excuses already?” Shelly was smiling. “I see that hand. No helping the
ball.”
“You’ve been watching too much TV. I don’t do hand motions.”
“Ward! Do something about that bird your ball just hit.” The woman stared at the
creature as it fell to earth.
“No. I don’t play with matters of the living. Not my fault the critter was flying around
a golf course. . . . Did that thing just bounce out of the trees?”
“You’re getting some lucky breaks. . . . Ward. No magic! The ball’s bouncing
along the pathway.”
“Now if it would just bounce off that - ”
As the pair watched, off a rock in the creek the ball bounced high enough that a
gust of wind pushed it onto the putting green.
“Honey, my eyes aren’t as good as yours. Am I seeing correctly where the ball
stopped?” The flag was in the cup several hundred yards away.
Sheepishly Ward responded. “Yeah, looks like it rolled to within a couple of feet of
the cup.”
For several moments the pair stood and just looked at the lay of the ball.
Her mouth open in disbelief Shelly slowly turned toward her boy friend.
Ward seem to know what was coming. For once Shelly might have a good reason
to suspect a little hocus-pokus. While there was a lot of things to support her suspicions
Ward knew the truth. As he held up a finger he remarked.
“Don’t you dare say I used magic. There’s no way in heaven, hell or on earth I could
have choreograph that flight path.”