I’m back in Bawltymore. I stuck around Monday morning for a second game of golf with my family and Grampy, taking advantage of the mercifully cool weather and cheap greens fees. My second crushing humiliation game went much like my pool game—my skill level increases commensurate with my intake of Bloody Marys. By the seventh hole, after hitting with my sister’s longer clubs, I was driving somewhat straight down the fairway and with reasonable accuracy.

grampy on the links


Date posted: August 8, 2006 | Filed under travel | 2 Comments »

2 Responses to Home To Roost.

  1. Rob says:

    You never told me you played golf. Let’s get out there sometime and I’ll teach you to play urban golf (at Carroll Park), aka “In Da Hood” style.

  2. the idiot says:

    Rob, I can’t claim that I play golf-I mainly just thwack at the ball and follow it wherever it goes (usually off to the right or the left.) I’ve heard of Carroll Park, and it sounds like fun!