Man Down: Part 5, or Metro’s Cart Topple

by Roy M. Barineau, Ph. D. on August 28, 2017

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Man Down: Part 5, or Metro’s Cart Topple

Golden Eagle’s Club Championship, August of 2017, was not a happy event for me. I shot eighty to lead the second flight after the first day. On the second day, Doc and I were playing well.  Doc made a great bogey on five, taking an unplayable after being root bound behind a tree in the left rough.  I was even par, and Doc was one over.  Our playing companion, The Mouth of the South, was five over.  As we were walking off the green, he muttered, “I think they must have put me in the wrong flight.”  Heading into the fifteenth hole, I was only three over par with a five shot lead over Doc, who was still my closest competitor.  Doc took a double bogey seven on fifteen and picked up four shots on me. Yes, think about it!  He made double and picked up four shots on me. I took an eleven. Obviously, I had several issues, but most prominently, I could not get the ball over the creek. I pared the sixteenth, and Doc took a bogey. I had a two shot lead. We both bogeyed the seventeenth. On the eighteenth, I hit a good drive, but proceeded to snap hook my second shot out of bounds on the left. I re-hit, a good shot this time, to about 110 yards short of the hole. I put the next one in the right bunker on a down slope. I hit that one over the green into another bunker. I proceeded to leave one in that bunker, get the next one out, and three-jack for yet another eleven. Doc won. I shot eighty-nine with twenty-two shots on two holes. I was soooo…. proud!!! The boys, sympathetic as always, started calling me “Twenty-Two.” Thanks guys!

When we came in for lunch at the Grille, we learned that another Huck had a rough day. Metro toppled his cart. He took his cart down into the ravine on the left of the second hole in order to hunt for The Rotund One’s ball. Apparently, he went down too steeply and started sliding on wet grass. The cart caught sideways and turned over on him. Fortunately, he was not badly injured. He took a few Advil capsules and shot eighty-two on the day – not bad considering.  I wish I had shot eighty-two. The cart suffered a broken hubcap and side mirror. He has a tray underneath the cart seat that keeps all kinds of things – particularly since he shares the cart with his wife. Metro came into the Grille, threw the broken mirror down on the table, and told us his story. He said there were lotions and crap strewn everywhere. The boys were sympathetic to him also. They started calling him NASCAR and Danica. His wife showed up later. She was soooo…. proud!!!

Metro with a Beer in his Right Hand and His Broken Mirror in his Left Metro with a Beer in his Right Hand and His Broken Mirror in his Left

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