Hello Guv’nor

Roybob’s Book on Golf: The Hucks, A Golfer’s Divine Comedy, and a Religious Philosophy of Golf

Huck Tales:

Hello Guv’nor

When Jeb Bush served as the forty-third Governor of Florida (1999-2007), he would, on occasion, play golf at Golden Eagle Golf and Country Club. He would play with a fellow Huck referred to as Peedro. The Governor, Pedro, and, perhaps, one or two others would play very early on Sunday mornings, teeing off at about 7:00 a.m. They were fast players and, so, would finish up no later than three hours later. Afterwards, they would eat breakfast in Golden Eagle’s grill.

In those days, several Hucks had the opportunity to see or meet Governor Bush as they prepared for their Sunday rounds and filtered through the grill. There was one Huck, however, who was unaware of the occasional gubernatorial presence and unaware of Peedro’s connection.

 

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Ricky Bobby is built like a prototypical linebacker, a position he played at the college level. He has affectionately been called “The Hulk.” He stands about six-feet-and-two-inches tall and weighs about two-hundred-and-thirty pounds. Although he is actually a gentle and lovable soul, he looks as though he could pinch one’s head off if he had a mind to do so. He has been known to serve up “the claw,” a painful grip on one’s shoulder, around the Hucks’ tables on Golden Eagle’s patio.

Ricky Bobby walked into the grill one Sunday morning to find Peedrow eating breakfast with three other golfers, one of whom was seated with his back toward Ricky. Ricky Bobby asked, “Peedrow, are you playing today?” Peedrow responded, “No, Ricky, I’ve already played this morning.” Ricky Bobby, chuckling and placing his hand on the shoulder of the golfer with his back toward him, replied, “Oh, I see, you found some losers you could hustle.” Ricky noticed that two gentlemen seated at nearby tables suddenly seemed interested in the conversation and quickly rose from their chairs. At the same time, Governor Bush turned his head around to see the man who had seized him by the shoulder and who had just referred to him as a loser. Ricky Bobby, realizing his faux pas, removed his hand from the Governor’s shoulder and said, “I am so sorry. I voted for you both times.” Then, Ricky put his head down; muttered, “Oh boy”; and walked swiftly away. The two gentlemen from the Governor’s security detail re-assumed their seats.

Roybob’s Book on Golf: The Hucks, A Golfer’s Divine Comedy, and a Religious Philosophy of Golf

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