dlowan wrote:gustavratzenhofer wrote:dlowan, I was thinking about you today on the golf course.
I knew it was time I left this place.
Let me explain. I had a hundred dollars on the round and as I teed up on the 18th hole I was behind by one stroke. I knew I had to have a powerful drive in order to assure myself of potential victory.
I approached the ball and knew I needed the drive of my life.
"Breathe deeply, Gus.", I said as I positioned myself.
But, I realized that Rob, the guy I had bet against, was a much stronger driver and I had to come up with the drive of my life.
That is when I thought of you, Dlowan.
I pulled my club back and envisioned your face firmly implanted on the ball. You had that typical Aussie smirk and beckoned me to release every fiber of energy in my core.
I swung. The force of my swing was so great as to propel the ball three hundred and fifty yards through the crisp summer air and land softly on the green, sixteen inches beyond the flag.
The backspin was sufficient enough to cause the ball to lazily careen into the hole.
Rob stared at me and said, "I had no idea you had such a shot in you, Gus."
I pulled my tee from the ground, casually placed it in my pocket, and said, "You can thank, Dlowan for that shot."