Well, a South African has won the U.S. Open, again. I have no problem with that; I like South Africans, but they can’t all putt like Goosen.

As a matter of fact, I went around the track with some friends over the weekend; one is South African, a family man, and a rambling man. I’ll call him the huge ass Rugby Player. Another friend, I’ll call him the Silver Fox who plays smart. Anyway, both of their left knees are trashed, and a golf swing requires two good knees. They play anyway. FYI, the heat index was about 105.

We’re on the green on number 2, and the Silver Fox has a 63 – 73 foot putt. I looked at the line and I can tell you it wiggled more than my new puppy. Two holes, and two beers, and the huge ass Rugby Player says to the Silver Fox who plays smart – “If you make that putt, I’ll jog behind your cart for the next 16 holes.”

The Silver Fox who plays smart drains it. I’ve played many rounds with the Silver Fox who plays smart, and I can tell you I’ve never seen him hit a putt like that. Was it skill, or was it luck? Well, it was both. It took skill just to be out there, and that damn putt was nothing but luck, maybe.

So, the Silver Fox who plays smart lets the huge ass Rugby Player off the hook, and we play on. The huge ass Rugby Player, after another 12 beers, announces that if the Silver Fox who plays smart makes this shot, “I’ll jog behind the cart while carrying both our bags.”

The Silver Fox who plays smart didn’t convert, but we all had a good time.

The Silver Fox who plays smart, and I, had a great evening with our girls.

The huge ass Drunk Rugby Player tapped out.