You Ricked Me!

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

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“You Ricked Me!”

When Joe first joined Golden Eagle, he would play with a guy named “Einer.” Einer was such an optimist that he would frequently say, “It’s in the hole!” or “You made it!” But whenever Einer said, “it’s in,” the ball, it seemed, would always find a way to stay out of the hole. When Joe began playing with our group, Ricky Bobby would frequently say, “It’s going in,” and Joe’s ball would inevitably divert its path from the hole. Joe would say, “You Einered me! I can’t believe you Einered me! Keep your lips off my ball!”

Ricky Bobby said “that’s in” and the ball subsequently missed so often that we began to say, “You Ricked me,” instead of, “You Einered me.” Further, we realized that Ricky Bobby had been using this evil mojo on us for a few years. Whenever Ricky Bobby said, “Oh, that’s in,” the ball found a way to miss the hole. The ball would do “a 360” or “a 180.” It would hit a bump and swerve sharply to the right or left. It would come up a hair short, or it would ramp over the hole. It would hit the back of the cup and bounce out. The ball would do anything except go in the hole.

The funny part is that more than one of our fellow Hucks has now heard the phrase used in other towns, at other courses, and by players who have no direct relationship to the Hucks. One guy says, “Oh, that’s in.” The ball misses, and the other guy says, “You Ricked me! I can’t believe you Ricked me!” We are waiting for the day when we hear the expression from golf commentators on television: “It’s in the hole! Oh no…, I Ricked him!”

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

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