We've had a lovely extended weekend in Michigan to celebrate the War of Insurrection (if you want to know ask the over-bearing employee at the Copper Pickle in Howell). Sunday we all went out for a friendly golf game (Cash and I enjoyed the view from the cart). Unfortunately for Wes, Bill challenged him to a duel and ended up playing the game of his life. Par. 11 shots ahead of Wes. Ouch. The competition was relatively friendly, other than Wes muttering, "Cocky" between his teeth after Bill put his club in his "hip-holster" following a killer putt (and another killer putt . . . and . . . another killer putt). But the real award goes to Lena--not only for getting Bill out on the course more often but also for playing her best game yet! Three cheers for Mama Gaines!And now . . . Bill playing golf:
And Wes playing golf:
(I couldn't resist that one).
4 comments:
Love the family dynamics that come out in an innocent game of golf! Sarah, the pics of Cash are so sweet! Looks like he's got a fuzzy little head of hair on him! Can't wait to see you guys in a few weeks!
let it be known that the picture is me fishing out a 300 yd. drive that was just short of clearing that pond, so it goes. I am a witness that dad had a perfect round and was using the putter in the holster move quite often.
I think the word "cocky" is rather strong describing what was going on Sunday afternoon. I think the correct phase would be "The competition was relatively friendly, other than Wes muttering, "dad is very confident today in his game" between his teeth after Bill put his club in his "hip-holster" copying Chi Chi Rodriquez following a killer putt (and another killer putt . . .
Funny how quick both Gaines men are to qualify their behavior on the course. Hmmm. . .
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