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A Golfer's Dream Book II  Chapter Twenty On The Road Again

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A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer         Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter Twenty - On The Road Again

Dave woke early, this time without the alarm; it was just after six-thirty.  He 
quietly packed his clothes then went for a shower.  As the water cascaded over 
his head, he thought about his up-coming round at Buzzard's Bluff, QAI's hardest 
golf course; he began getting himself psyched for a good round.  He also thought 
about leaving for North Carolina.  It was going to be a long two days: golfing, 
then immediately driving for twenty-four hours; but he was really looking 
forward to testing himself against the US golfers.  He had seen the draw for the 
Merit Tour at Buzzard's Bluff the previous day in the newspaper and knew he was 
in the second group at ten-ten.  He wanted to get to the course no later than 
nine so he could practice for at least an hour.  That meant he had to leave 
before eight-thirty.

He exited the shower and took his breakfast outside.  His friend the squirrel 
was nowhere in sight so Dave ate a solitary and peaceful meal as the campground 
began to wake up.  

He looked at his watch and realized an hour had passed since he awoke; he was 
getting anxious to leave for the golf course but he had promised Jennifer he 
would wait to say goodbye to her.

His father strolled out of the trailer and asked, "Ready for a big day?"

Dave smiled and replied, "Definitely; and I'm really excited about the trip."

Just then Jennifer walked around the corner of the trailer and joined Dave and 
his father.  Dave asked his father, "Are you going to drive me to the course 
then pick me up when I'm done or what is the plan?"

Jennifer cut in, "I could drive you to the golf course if you wanted."

Dave and his father nodded agreement as that arrangement gave Roger additional 
time to pack the car and finish his last minute tasks before picking Dave up at 
the course.  He thanked Jennifer, "That would work out perfectly, Jennifer, 
thank you.  Are you sure you can get a vehicle?"

She replied, "I actually thought of it last night and asked Dad for the car.  He 
already approved."

Dave chatted with Jennifer and his father for about a half-hour before he went 
into the trailer and carried out the bag he had packed for his trip.  He put the 
bag in his father's car then went back into the trailer and took out his golf 
clubs.  He asked Jennifer if she was ready and she nodded so they walked to her 
trailer.

Dave placed his clubs in her dad's trunk and then climbed in the passenger door.  
Jennifer started the car and pulled away from the trailer.  The drive to 
Buzzard's Bluff was filled with plans of what they would do the following week 
when Dave got back from the States.  Dave decided having Jennifer for a chauffer 
was infinitely better than having Raymond and the Rolls

As they pulled up to the clubhouse, Jennifer asked meekly, "Do you mind if I 
follow you around today?"

Dave smiled as he replied, "Not at all; but you have to promise me that you 
won't talk to me unless I walk up to you and talk to you first.  It is very 
important that I stay focused while on the course."

She looked very excited and kissed him softly, "I promise."  

Dave put on his golf shoes and left his sneakers in Jennifer's car.  He climbed 
from the car and got his clubs out of the trunk before Jennifer drove to the 
parking lot several hundred yards away.  She walked back to the clubhouse where 
she found Dave was already on the driving range hitting balls.  She sat in a 
chair by the clubhouse and looked over the practice green towards the driving 
range.  She watched Dave hit balls for almost an hour before he picked up his 
clubs and walked to the practice putting green.  

He waved to her as he began working on his putting.  He looked at the green and 
thought how greens on different golf courses are often different speeds.  
Buzzard's Bluff was a newer course and its greens were all bent-grass sand-based 
greens.  A lot of older courses had poa greens over more of a clay base.  Poa 
anna, as the perennial grass is actually called, is really a weed in most 
places.  It is slow to grow in the early spring but when the heat comes it grows 
really well.

The speed of greens is often different between courses even if they have the 
same type of grass - how a green is cut and how short it is cut also affect the 
speed of the greens.  Another major factor is whether a green has been rolled.  
Nicer golf courses often have roller machines that look like a chair with an 
engine between the four legs and four old-style washing machine wringer-rollers 
on the bottom.  The operator sits in the seat and the rollers glide over the 
green to press it flat.  Greens are normally only rolled once every few weeks 
because it tends to make them very fast.  Most average golfers don't like 
excessively fast greens because they can end up as far past the hole as they 
were before putting.

The greens at Buzzard's Bluff were relatively fast and very smooth.  The other 
thing a roller does is smooth out small bumps on the greens, which can often 
cause a ball to bounce as it rolls towards its target.  Dave spent twenty 
minutes putting and was confident he had the speed of the greens down nicely 
when he finished.  He strolled up to Jennifer who was still quietly sitting in a 
chair and he kissed her softly.  Her soft lips parted for a quick dart of his 
tongue.

He glanced over at the first tee and noticed that the first group of the day was 
just teeing off.  He took his clubs and walked to the first tee with Jennifer 
under his arm.  He was happy to have her close to him. 

After the first group had teed off, and had reached the first green, Dave's 
group was called to the tee.  Dave again explained to Jennifer, "Please walk 
about twenty yards behind us and to the side while we're playing.  I'll come 
over and talk to you between holes whenever I can but during the hole I need to 
focus on my game."  She nodded understandingly and watched as he walked forward 
to the tee.

Dave hit second in his group and his drive up to the first hole was perfect and 
very long.  They had teed off the blue tees and Dave's drive was well beyond the 
one hundred yard marker.  The last two players in his group hit and he strolled 
up the fairway with his clubs on his back.  Jennifer followed close behind, 
respecting Dave's request.  The other three golfers had all hit shorter drives 
than Dave and, when it was finally his turn, he only had about eighty-five yards 
to the green.  He remembered how, before he went to England, he hated shots 
inside one hundred and ten yards because he wasn't comfortable hitting shots 
that weren't at least a full sixty degree wedge; but now he could gauge and 
control the distance of his pitching wedge much better.

He pulled out that pitching wedge and hit a perfect shot after taking the club 
head back to about ten o'clock on his newly learned distance gauge.  The ball 
hit exactly where he aimed, about ten feet short of the hole, bounced once, and 
then rolled to three feet from the cup.  Dave was very happy with the result as 
he put his club back in his bag and strolled to the green.

He marked his ball and waited for the other golfers to putt before it was his 
turn.  When it was finally his turn, he lined up the putt and got comfortable 
over the ball.  He then stroked it dead centre and retrieved the ball for his 
first birdie of the day.  When the rest of his group was finished on the green, 
Dave put the pin back in the hole and walked off the green.  He picked up his 
clubs and strolled over to Jennifer.  He put his arm around her and kissed her 
on the cheek but didn't say anything.

The rest of the round continued very well for Dave.  He hit the ball the best he 
could ever remember and he putted quite well also.  As he strolled up the long 
eighteenth hole he was seven under par.  He had had only one bogey to go with 
eight birdies.  His drive was well up the fairway and, as usual in this round, 
he had to wait for his three playing partners to hit their second shots before 
he reached his ball.

He was just inside the one hundred and fifty yard marker with a slight headwind 
so he chose his nine-iron.  He looked at the green and briefly noticed his 
father standing there watching.  Dave settled over the ball and hit a good shot 
but it landed slightly past the hole leaving him a fifteen-foot putt for birdie.

As Dave walked up the fairway he noticed Jennifer trot ahead and stand with his 
father.  Dave walked onto the green and marked his ball; his playing partners 
either marked their balls or prepared to chip onto the green.  

Dave looked at the line of his putt from every angle while the other players 
either chipped or putted longer putts.  One player had hit a shot closer than 
Dave so he was also circling the green looking at the break.

When it was Dave's turn, he settled over his putt and made a good stroke.  The 
ball was heading directly for the right lip and Dave was leaning left, trying 
against all the laws of physics to get the ball to bend the small amount he 
thought it needed.  The ball rolled over the right lip but didn't even look at 
the bottom of the hole; it stopped six inches past the hole.  Dave walked up to 
his ball and lined it up again before he tapped in the short par putt.

When the other players finished, they all shook hands.  The other players 
congratulated Dave on his fabulous round of sixty-five.  Dave thanked them and 
congratulated them as well.  Dave then walked to his father and Jennifer; he 
kissed her softly as he heard his father say, "You shot sixty-five?  That's a 
remarkable score on this tough course."

Dave smiled, "I'm really pumped for this trip.  I want to earn a scholarship and 
I treated this round as my first round for qualifying.  I was completely focused 
all day."

Roger put a hand on his son's shoulder, "Great job, Dave.  But we should get 
going - it's going to be long drive."

Dave nodded, "Just let me get my card signed off then I'll meet you two in the 
parking lot."

Roger offered to take his clubs to the car, so Dave passed them to him before he 
walked over to his three playing partners huddled behind the green.  Dave passed 
one player his signed card and then signed his own card.  He asked them to hand 
in his card for him, as he had to leave immediately.  He had told them where he 
was going and they all wished him luck as he walked towards the parking lot.  

His father was sitting in the car waiting as Dave strolled into the parking lot.  
He took his sneakers from Jennifer's car and pulled them on before placing his 
golf shoes in his father's fairly full trunk.  He took Jennifer into his arms 
and said, "Thanks for being a cheering section for me today.  I enjoyed having 
you follow me."

She replied, "I would have cheered a lot more if you had let me - but I knew you 
didn't want any distractions.  I'll miss you while you're gone; go and get that 
scholarship you want and deserve.  I'll be waiting for you when you return."

Dave kissed her lovingly and whispered, "I love you, and I'll see you real soon.  
Goodbye."

Dave settled into the front passenger seat next to his father and they were soon 
pulling out of Buzzard's Bluff headed for the bridge.  Jennifer trailed close 
behind until she reached the turnoff for North Beach; when Dave heard a horn 
honk he turned and waved goodbye to her.

He and his father talked about the upcoming tournament and about their plans for 
the rest of the summer.  They listened to the radio for a while and the miles 
and cities seemed to pass by quickly.  It was just past seven o'clock when they 
crossed the border at Calais, Maine and gained an hour of time.  They decided to 
stop for supper.

After eating, Roger continued to drive as they proceeded across Highway Nine in 
Maine; the route is also referred to as the Airline Road because of its hilly, 
winding contours.  They arrived in Bangor at eight o'clock Maine time and, after 
filling up with gas, switched drivers.  

Dave enjoyed driving on the beautiful Interstate-95 as they headed south towards 
Boston.  After Dave had driven for a time, he asked his father if he knew any 
ways to get less sensitive to distractions while playing competitive golf.  
Roger replied that the question reminded him of the Texan who always fired off 
his big revolver when his competitors were addressing their first ball of the 
day - the idea was that they would be forever flinching and wondering if the gun 
would go off again.  Roger noted that could be true or just another golf legend.  

"Seriously," said Roger, "I'll bet there are people who know how to get you 
desensitized; maybe we should look for one.  I know for a fact that Lorie Kane 
the LPGA star who played her junior golf at Hornsby had a sport psychologist who 
helped her when she first started playing competitively.  I know her father well 
and I will call him when we get home.  I'm sure he can recommend someone or he 
can ask Lorie."  

Dave nodded agreement and he began dreaming about golf again.  He drove for 
about two and half hours to Portsmouth before he stopped.  They filled up with 
gas and Roger took over at the wheel.  

Roger drove south until they picked up a by-pass around Boston where they turned 
onto Interstate-84 west.  They drove for several more hours until they reached 
Waterbury, Connecticut which seemed to have become their normal stop-over 
location.

It was early in the morning and, after checking into their room, both Roger and 
Dave just crashed on their beds.  They both slept soundly until the wakeup call 
rang at eight o'clock.  They got up, showered, and then enjoyed the continental 
breakfast that was included with the room.  They hit the highway by nine 
o'clock.

They carried on west on Interstate-84 until they reached Newburgh where they 
turned south past New York.  After they got past the hustle and bustle of New 
York, Dave asked his father about his grandfather.  Dave had always known that 
his grandfather had passed away when his Dad was young and his father had always 
talked about him as if he were a legend; Dave wanted to use this private time to 
get more information about him.

As they cruised down the New Jersey Turnpike, Dave asked, "Dad, tell me what you 
remember about Grandpa MacDonald; I know he was an accountant, but not much 
more."

Roger replied, "To tell you the truth, I don't have as many memories of your 
grandfather as I would like.  As you know, I was only thirteen when he died and 
a lot of the memories have faded over time.  I always felt a little cheated to 
not have had more time with him but the memories I do have are very special.  
Some of the memories are silly little images.  Dad used to have false upper 
teeth and he had a bald spot on the left side of his head.  He grew his hair 
long on the right side and combed the long hair over the bald spot.  I remember 
he used to make a funny face where he would drop his long hair over his face and 
push his top teeth out.  I still laugh when I vividly picture that face.

"I also remember his black horn-rimmed glasses and how they always used to be 
filthy.  Mom would always growl at him and ask him how he could read the numbers 
when he couldn't even see through the lenses.  I kept an old pair of his glasses 
and still have them home in my dresser.  I also remember going to the beach and 
the drive-in with him.  He would load up the old station wagon we had and there 
would be at least a dozen kids from the neighbourhood in the car.  We would go 
to Brackley Beach which used to be deserted then, even though it is now one of 
the most popular beaches on the island.  I remember Dad would say "Buddy up.  If 
you lose your buddy, don't bother coming back."  We always laughed at that but I 
think how, if a father tried that in this day and age he would be arrested, but 
thirty years ago people weren't as paranoid as they are now.  We would wonder 
off and search the sand dunes while Dad sat on the beach and read old western 
novels.  

"The drive-in was another adventure.  The old drive-in had speakers on the 
poles, not like the radio they use now, and we would unload out of the car near 
the back and take up three four spaces with our lawn chairs and sleeping bags.  
We would burn these round spiral incense coils made by Off to keep mosquitoes 
away.  All the kids in the neighbourhood were included no matter how much money 
they did or didn't have."

"Another vivid memory I have is a game Dad played with me and a childhood friend 
of mine named Tom Peterson.  It was a form of hide-and-seek but the difference 
was Tom and I would go down to our basement.  We always played at night and we 
would setup booby-traps for my father to fall over and then we'd hide in the 
dark.  Dad would come down the stairs singing the "I've been working on the 
railroad." song and pretend to fall over all of our traps.  He never got hurt 
but as children we thought that it was the greatest fun.  You know, whenever Tom 
and I get together even now we almost always reminisce about that game."

Roger turned a little more solemn as he continued, "I remember the day he died 
very vividly.  That night will forever be imprinted in my mind.  He died of a 
heart attack just before midnight and I can remember his doctor, who was also 
his best friend, coming to the house late that night.  I met him at the door and 
I had this silly notion that I should be a man and not cry over my father's 
death.  I was fine until I saw Dr. Jones.  I got very upset and I remember I ran 
to my room because I didn't want anyone to see me cry.  I quickly emerged from 
my room and found Dr. Jones consoling my mother.  She was obviously devastated."

Roger looked at his son with tears in his eyes as he remembered the still 
painful memories, "Dave, if you only ever listen to one thing I tell you, let it 
be this; please don't ever be afraid to show your emotions.  I felt guilty for 
years and years that I hadn't shown what I thought was an appropriate amount of 
grief for my father's loss and it took several very emotional conversations with 
your mother to realize that I had nothing to feel guilty about.  Dave, real men 
do cry."

Dave looked very seriously at his father and replied, "I promise, Dad."  After a 
pregnant pause he asked, "Why do you think grandpa died so young?  He was only 
in his early fifties, I think."

Roger wiped the tears from his eyes as he spoke with a bit of a raspy voice, 
"Dad was a mammoth of a man.  That must be where you get your size.  He was six-
foot six-inches and weighted well over three hundred pounds."  Roger chuckled, 
"That reminds me that some of my friends used to suggest he should become a 
wrestler.  Andre the Giant was wrestling in the Atlantic Grand Prix then and my 
friends thought that Dad was easily as big as him.  They thought that until Dad 
took us to see the wrestlers one summer when they came to the local hockey rink.  
I still remember Dad standing beside Andre the Giant to get an autograph on 
those pictures they sold.  Dad, surprisingly, looked like a boy next to the 
Giant - Andre was truly huge.  

"I remember some of the other wrestlers like the Cuban Assassins - two guys with 
slightly dark complexions and long bushy hair.  They always seemed to use brass 
knuckles.  There was also Killer Carl Krup.  Do you know another wrestler that 
started out here and made it really big was Randy "The Macho Man" Savage?  It 
seems so funny to remember the old wrestling matches and the fake blood - God, 
it was entertaining.

"Anyway, Dad was big and he wasn't in the fittest of condition.  He also placed 
himself under a lot of stress with his work and his finances.  I don't want you 
to ever repeat this but, when your grandfather died, he owed a lot of money.  He 
made good money but he made sure that I and my brothers and sister never went 
without and he often lived beyond his means.  The stress and his poor health 
lead to several heart attacks until the last one finally took his life."

Dave looked seriously at his father and asked, "Was grandpa a good accountant?"

Roger returned the serious look, "My mother, who is a very smart lady, said she 
had never met anyone as smart with numbers as your grandfather.  I know Mom was 
biased but I was told the same thing by one of his former clients many years 
after Dad died.  I was nineteen and working at a service station pumping gas.  
There used to be a lot of regular customers at this service station and one in 
particular told me my father had done his books before Dad died.  He said that, 
the second year my Dad did his books, he had bought a new adding machine.  My 
dad was adding a row of number in his head while this customer was using the 
machine.  The customer said there was a stack of six numbers with five digits in 
each number.  He explained that my father simply started at the top and quickly 
tapped his pencil beside each row then wrote the total down all at once at the 
bottom.  The customer had only entered the second line into the machine when my 
father wrote down the total.  He said he couldn't believe my father could have 
gotten the right answer so he quickly finished adding with the machine and Dad 
was perfectly correct.  He said he put the machine away and never brought it out 
again while my father was there.

"I was pretty proud to hear that story.  You know, I heard a couple of other 
funny stories that say a lot about my father's character.  Tax season was always 
very busy around our house.  Clients would stream into the basement offices to 
get their taxes done and in particular in March and April.  You probably don't 
know yet, but in Canada individual income taxes are due April 30th.  I can still 
remember sitting in the car late at night on April 30th and just before midnight 
we would rush to the post office to file a bunch of returns before the deadline.  

"Anyway, I digress; Mom explained that, one particular April, Dad got a call 
from a lady who operated a beauty salon.  She had just opened the previous year 
and wasn't much of a bookkeeper.  As was common for most of my Dad's accounts, 
she landed with a shoebox full of receipts and not much else.  Dad looked 
through the receipts and found well over half missing.  She had opened in 
February and yet only had light and telephone invoices for half of the months.  
Dad spent several hours with the lady and together they constructed a financial 
statement that should have been close to what her business would look like.  Dad 
filed her tax return for her, set up an easy record keeping system for the 
current year and she went away very happy.

"Two weeks later Dad found out she was the girlfriend of a man who worked at 
Revenue Canada.  Mom explained that he was in a total panic for a week thinking 
he had been setup and would be getting a nasty visit from the authorities for 
falsifying records.  After a week of fusing and fuming my Mom made my Dad call a 
friend who was a businessman and see if he could subtly find out if Dad was in 
any trouble.  It turned out that the businessman was also friends with the 
Revenue Canada employee and he called him directly.  Dad got a call from his 
friend an hour later and the friend was laughing.  He explained that the Revenue 
Canada employee had actually looked at the pitiful records of his girlfriend the 
day before she went to my Dad and he realized that, because of his position, he 
could not doctor up statements for her or he risked his job.  So, he recommended 
my father as the best and fairest person to help get her out of the jam by 
developing good-faith estimates.  Your grandmother is pretty proud of that 
story.

"Another story I heard one day about two years ago when I was golfing.  A man 
only about five years older than me said to me, "I remember your father; he used 
to drive a Cadillac.  He used to pick me and my friends up on rainy days and 
drive us to school.  I grew up around the corner from your house and your Dad 
would always drive us here and there."  I quickly pointed out that we never 
owned any Cadillac but we did have a Chevy Impala that was big and easily 
mistaken by a kid for Cadillac.  He replied, "That must have been it.  Your 
father was a great man."  Dave, that was one of my proudest moments.  It is very 
common to meet people I don't know and have them say, "Your father did my 
books." or "Your father did my parents books." He was truly a special man Dave."

A tear was again in Dave's father's eye, "Dave, I have always tried to live my 
life like my father with the exception of keeping myself in good physical shape 
- I've always had him on a pedestal.  That is one reason why I have been so 
proud of you, because you don't just think about yourself, you think about 
others just like my father did and I try to do.  I hope that continues to be a 
family trait."

Dave nodded as he reflected on his father's words.  He thought he always tried 
to live up to his own father's expectations and thought it strange that his 
father thought the same way about his dad.  After a pregnant pause Dave looked 
at his father and spoke with a lot of emotion, "Dad, I think you have done a 
great job of raising Beth, Julie, and me.  I have you on a pedestal as well.  I 
love you and hope I never let you down."

Roger smiled, "Thank you, Dave; I love you too and I am very proud of you."

There was a long pause in their discussion.  Both were thinking about everything 
that was said.  Dave felt a little funny telling his father he loved him.  He 
thought he was too old for that but when he thought about it he realized he 
would never be too old to say those special words.  And his father had just 
reinforced the idea that a man could and should be able to express his emotions.

Eventually, they continued to talk casually about their family and Dave 
continued to think a lot about his father's very intimate reflections.  The 
miles passed quickly and they drove well past Washington before they stopped for 
an afternoon lunch.  Dave took over driving and he followed Interstate-95 until 
they turned off just past Richmond onto Interstate-85 and headed for Durham.  
The highways were busy but the driving was good.  At one point, Roger asked Dave 
to describe Roxanne and her role in the Thurlows' household in more detail; as 
Dave responded at length in carefully chosen positive words, Roger realized that 
Dave had probably gotten to know the woman quite well.  Roger's thoughts passed 
from Roxanne herself to the strange concept of hiring a bodyguard and having her 
wear a maid's uniform.  Then he thought about how uniforms were often such great 
turn-ons and about the impending visit of Sam.  Dave was content to drive 
quietly with his own memories of Roxanne flitting through his mind.

They continued on Interstate-85 past Durham, Greensboro, and Salisbury.  Just 
past Salisbury they turned onto highway seventy-three west and found their way 
into Cornelius.  Dave followed Roger's directions to the Comfort Inn and Suites 
and both were pleased to finally reach their destination.

As soon as they stepped out of the car they were hit by the heat and Dave was 
immediately happy the hotel had a pool.  As they were checking in Dave noticed a 
very pretty blonde girl standing with someone probably her mother.  What drew 
his attention to her was that she had clubs with her just as he did; he assumed 
she was in the tournament as well.  He looked at her closely and immediately 
noticed how tall she was for a girl and how curvaceous her body was.  She had 
wide hips and seemed to have generous size breasts.  She noticed Dave staring, 
then made an obvious parallel look at Dave from head to foot.  She then put her 
hand out flat in front of herself and wobbled it as if to say "so-so".

Dave was surprised by her brash behavior but then he realized he had looked her 
over so fair was fair.

Eventually Dave and his father found their room and Dave was happy to see it had 
two queen size beds.  He briefly flopped down on one bed before he said, "I 
think I'll go for a short swim before we slip out for a late snack.  Is that 
okay, dad?"

Roger nodded so Dave quickly changed into his bathing suit and hustled out to 
the pool before the sun dropped below the horizon.  As Dave walked out of the 
hotel back door, he noticed the shadows were very long and he knew that it would 
start to get dark soon.  He strolled up to the pool and saw several people 
swimming around while others watched from the pool deck.

He was standing beside the pool looking at the water and the sun on the far 
horizon.  He was shaken from his thoughts by, "Hey, Sasquatch, you're blocking 
my sun."

Dave spun in surprise and saw the same pretty blonde lying on a lounger in a 
conservative blue one-piece bathing suit.  Dave stared at her for a brief 
second, shocked by her verbal assault.  He had thought of a quick but crude 
comeback.  He was used to verbal abuse in the hockey dressing room but he 
politely bit his tongue for a moment.  He replied in mock humility, "Sorry about 
that, your highness.  I did not realize I was blocking the royal tanning rays."  
He did a little bow and strolled over to an empty seat where he threw his towel 
then dove into the pool.  

He swam several laps carefully avoiding the children that were playing and 
zooming into his path from all directions.  After about a twenty-minute swim, he 
exited the pool just as the sun set and he looked over to see if the blonde was 
still there.  She was gone and he wasn't sure if he was happy to avoid more 
abuse or sad because he wanted some revenge; either way, she had made an impact 
on him.

He and his father went out for a quick bite to eat before they returned to the 
hotel and went to sleep.  Dave had gotten his tee-time on the internet while he 
was in London so he knew he was going out at nine-fifty.  He put in a wakeup 
call for seven and went to sleep.  He was very tired from the long drive and 
fell asleep quickly with only a brief thought about the blonde calling him 
Sasquatch.  He thought about his grandfather being compared to Andre the Giant 
but he himself didn't like being compared to the mythical wild and hairy half-
man, half-ape character.  He thought of lots more comebacks for the blonde in 
case she attacked him again.  He let her off easy once but, if there were a 
second time, the gloves would definitely come off.

The next thing Dave heard was the phone.  In a fog, he rolled over and picked up 
the receiver only to hear a tone on the other end.  He rubbed his eyes as he 
walked into the bathroom and climbed into the shower.  When he exited, his 
father passed him on the way in.  Dave brushed his teeth and picked out his 
clothes for the golf course.

After Roger came out of the bathroom and got dressed, they went to the front 
lobby for the complimentary breakfast.  Dave ate a large meal knowing he would 
not eat much again until after he had finished golfing.

They arrived at the golf course and Dave was pleased to see the beautiful 
looking championship style course.  He had read it was a Rees Jones design and 
therefore knew the famous golf architect would design a quality product.  Roger 
dropped Dave off and said he would be back to watch him later.  Dave took his 
clubs and checked in.

After check-in, he headed for the practice range.  He spent forty-five minutes 
getting loose.  He was just finishing when the blonde girl from the motel strode 
onto the practice tee.  He had one ball left and, just before he swung, she 
said, "Hey, Sasquatch, I hope you can hit it straight or you're going to be 
going home tomorrow."

Dave was very irritated, took a bigger swing than usual, and hit a big hook.  
She laughed and added, "Ha, ha.  Have a nice drive."

Dave was furious and he went right for the throat.  "Listen, Blondie, I hope you 
can golf because, with your hair and nasty attitude, I'm wondering if you need a 
calculator to add up your scorecard. Do you know how to count to ten?  You look 
more like a Barbie doll than a golfer."

Her face turned red and he could see her fighting to think of a comeback - but 
he didn't give her a chance.  He picked up his clubs and strode to the putting 
green.  He was chuckling to himself when a young guy walked up to him laughing.  
Dave looked at him and he said, "You're the first person I've ever seen who 
could put Sheri in her place.  She rips the shit out of everyone - but I finally 
saw her speechless.  That was priceless, dude."

Dave smiled and put out his hand, "It's not dude, it's Dave - Dave MacDonald."

The young man put out his hand as well and they shook, "Josh Skinner, I have to 
qualify today, too.  I haven't generated enough points to get an exemption yet.  
Where are you from, Dave?"

"I'm from Queen Ann Island, Canada, Josh.  Where are you from?"

Josh replied, "I'm from Atlanta, Georgia just like Sheri.  I've played in a lot 
of tournaments with her.  She is a helluva golfer but I would never tell her 
that.  I think she attacks people for the shock value.  She has a full exemption 
and is one of the leading female juniors.  I heard she already has ten 
scholarship offers.  I haven't got any yet - but I still have a year before I 
start college.  How about you, do you have any offers?"

Dave smiled, "Only in hockey; but I want a golf scholarship.  That's why I'm 
down here for this tournament.  I'm trying to get some exposure."

"Well, if you really want exposure, beat Greg O'Mahoney and you'll be able to 
write your own ticket.  He was a star in college last year and everyone is 
predicting he will earn an All-American placing in his sophomore year."

Dave asked, "Which one is he?"

Josh replied, "He's not here yet.  He probably won't be playing his practice 
round until later in the day."

Dave spent an hour getting a feel for the greens and was confident he was ready 
when he was called to the first tee.  The first hole was a reachable-in-two par 
five and Dave was hoping to get off to a good start.  As Dave was walking to the 
tee he walked by Sheri and she whispered, "Don't hook it again, Sas!"

He was again pissed off and his thoughts were more of her than his game and, 
when he teed off on the first hole, he did hook the ball left and into trouble.  
He was pissed and, after his two playing partners hit, he walked over to Sheri 
and said, "Hey, Barbie, why don't you get in your pink car and go find Ken.  
He's the only one who might give a fuck what you think."

She became flustered by Dave's blunt comments and tried to come back with 
something but Dave just strode away, not listening.  

He noticed there were several people following his threesome and he assumed they 
were his playing partners' parents.  He saw his father in the crowd and he 
nodded his head as if to suggest Roger could walk with them.  His father nodded 
and followed along at close distance.

When Dave got to his ball, it was right next to a tree.  He couldn't get a full 
a swing at it and he started to fret and fume about Sheri and what she had done 
to him.  He suddenly remembered his bad round the previous summer when Ann had 
flashed him and he had thought his nemesis Harvey had seen her naked body.  He 
had lost total focus then and played the worst round of his entire summer.  That 
couldn't happen again - he had to get re-focused, this was a key qualifying 
round.  "At least," he thought, "there is no Texan with a big gun.  I'm doing 
this to myself; I need to stop being an idiot just because of an airhead 
remark."

While one of his playing partners was hitting his second shot, Dave leaned 
against the tree and put his face in his hands.  He thought about his dream to 
golf for a US college, he thought about his swing mechanics, and he focused on 
his goal.  He said to himself, "Just hit the ball back into the fairway and then 
get it on the green in three.  You might still make birdie and, if not, get your 
par and move to the next hole."

When it was his turn to hit, he managed to hit the ball back into the fairway 
about fifty yards closer to the green.  He still had a long third shot and 
settled over his four iron.  He made a good swing; the ball landed on the green, 
rolled, and finished fifteen feet from the hole.  He missed the birdie putt but 
tapped in for par.

He was back on his game and he played quite well the rest of the round.  He had 
never seen the course before and learned a lot about it as he played.  He was 
very happy when he finished with an even-par seventy-one.  He thought that 
should be enough to get him into the tournament the next day.

He and his father waited as the remaining golfers came in.  Dave saw Josh finish 
and, after he had signed his card, Dave walked over to him and asked, "How did 
you do?"

Josh shrugged, "I shot seventy-three.  That's going to be close - they're only 
taking the top eight and ties.  How did you do?"

Dave immediately knew Josh meant that the top eight and ties meant the best 
eight scores plus anyone that was tied with the eighth place finisher.  He 
smiled, "I shot seventy-one; hope that's good enough."

Josh put his hand on his new friend's shoulder, "That should definitely get you 
in.  I heard you had another run-in with Sheri.  I was afraid it might have 
affected your game.  I'd be careful of her - she's a real piranha."

Dave nodded amen as they strolled up to the clubhouse to check the results.  
There were still a lot of groups left to finish but Dave was tied with one other 
player for the lead and Josh was tied for fifth.  

As the scores came in, Dave fell to a tie for second and Josh dropped to a tie 
for eighth.  Eventually, there was only one group left to finish and Josh knew 
if one player in the group shot better than seventy-three, he was out.  The 
results were finally posted and one of the players shot seventy-three but no one 
shot any better which meant that Josh got in with the tie for eighth.  He and 
Dave gave each other high-fives.  They wished each other luck in the tournament 
and left for the parking lot.

Roger was standing at the back of the crowd and Dave smiled at him as their eyes 
met.  Roger said, "Good job, Dave."  They walked back to the car talking about 
his round.  They went to a restaurant called Acropolis Caf� & Grill and ate a 
good meal.

On the way back to the hotel they stopped at a grocery store and picked up some 
supplies for the fridge in the room.  It was just past six when they reached the 
hotel and, after putting the groceries away, Dave and his father went for a 
swim.  There were lots of kids splashing around the pool and Dave was careful 
when he swam some laps but it felt good to stretch out his muscles.  He looked 
around for Sheri but there was no sign of her.

After relaxing in the pool for about an hour Dave was holding on to the edge 
when he suddenly noticed Sheri walking towards the pool with her mother.  She 
looked down at Dave and snapped, "I see you made the cut, Sas.  Let's see how 
you do with the good golfers.  You're not in the far north any more.  Maybe I 
should call you Abominable Bogeyman instead of Sas."  Sheri's mother just shook 
her head as Sheri finished speaking.  She had obviously witnessed her daughter's 
smart-ass remarks before.

Dave just smiled at her and replied, "Whatever turns you on, Barbie.  You must 
like hairy guys, eh?"

After Sheri and her mother walked away, his father asked what that was about and 
Dave just chuckled and replied, "I think I made a new golf friend.  NOT!"

Roger laughed as they continued to enjoy the pool.

After another thirty-minutes Dave and his father went back to the room.  Dave 
called the course and got his tee time.  He had to tee off at eight-thirty so he 
wished his father a good sleep and climbed into bed.  

As he lay in bed he thought about Jennifer and Katherine.  He found it hard to 
think of one without the other.  He was very happy to have Jennifer back but 
seeing Katherine the other night had brought back the memories of his sweet 
winter with her.  She was very wholesome and he liked her a lot.  His mind 
suddenly switched to Sheri and he started running more nasty things to say to 
her through his head.  He knew he would always have to have at least three or 
four good one-liners ready when she was around.  The biggest problem he foresaw 
was that he was used to abusing other hockey players and the comments tended to 
be very crude.  He didn't know how far he should go with Sheri.  Then he 
wondered if she shaved her pussy since she was so interested in hairy things; 
maybe he could ask her about that.  With a small sigh, Dave slipped off to 
sleep.
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