Fore

  As ya'll know when I write one of these stories, I usually change the names to protect the guilty, or innocent whichever the case may be, however, I couldn't figure out a way to tell this one without using the correct names. Hopefully none of the guys takes offense, so here goes.

  When I was a Junior in High School, Brad came to me and said that we needed to get a golf team together and go play golf. I told him that I had no idea how the heck to play golf. Wheat said "don't worry about it, I'll teach ya." I asked him why I should learn to play golf, and he told me well we get out of school to go play in tournaments! That's all the persuasion I needed. So Wheat went to recruit the rest of the team. We didn't do that good that year. Now don't get me wrong we didn't completely suck, but getting good at golf takes some time.

  So my Senior year rolls around, and here comes Brad again wanting to know if I was gonna play golf this year. I told him I really didn't want to get embarrassed again. Now ya'll probably know that Bradley is a golf pro down in Cabo San Lucas, but if he hadn't done good playing golf, he sure coulda been a used car salesman cause he talked me into it again. This year he had conned Randy, Jerry, and Brandon into playing on the team, and so off on the tournament trail we went.

  It was amazing the progress we had made since last year, and we seemed to be playing better each week. I think we played 3 or 4 tournaments before District came around. The district tournament was held at Clarendon that year. Unlike most of the other tournaments, District was just a one day deal instead of two days. At the end of the day ole Darrouzett High had done well enough to post  a score that put us in second place behind Booker, but second was good enough to earn a trip to the Regional Tournament in Lubbock, which brings me to the point of this here story.

  The actual tournament was held in Levelland, but we got to stay in Lubbock. Yep, the country kids had finally got to the big city! We got checked into our hotel, I don't recall what the name of the place was, but we were on the third floor, so it was like a skyscraper to us! After supper we were all trying to decide what to do the rest of the evening. Randy, Jerry, and I thought heck, we would go swimming in the indoor pool, and so after changing into the proper attire, off we went to get our swim on. When we got down there they had one end of the pool area roped off where nobody could get in. Seems they were having a wedding supper, rehearsal, or something going on over there. We figured that they shouldn't bother us, as long as they didn't get too rowdy. 

  After a few minutes we started hearing little splashes down in the deep end of the pool. We looked up at the roof to see if it was leaking, and it wasn't. So what the heck was making those splashes! After a few more splashes we figured it out. Brandon, and Wheat were up in the room, they had the room door open, and Wheat was chipping golf balls from back of the room by the bathroom, out the door, three floors down, and into the swimming pool. We went down to the deep end, and started diving down to get the golf balls from the bottom of the pool. It took some skill to dive down, get a ball, and then surface without getting beaned by another incoming ball. It woulda been pretty tough explaining to coach how come we couldn't play the next day cause we had a golf ball concussion!

  After Wheat had hit all of the golf balls into the pool we were still gathering them up when we all heard some commotion in the shrubs. Now if you ever stayed at one of them fancy hotels that have an indoor pools then you remember that they had all them trees, shrubs, and plants around one end of the pool, well that was where the racket was coming from. After a couple of minutes we could hear Wheat laughing, then we heard Brandon start screaming something, and here he comes a runnin out of them bushes Now Brandon did have his swimming trunks with him, except he was carrying them in stead of wearing them. Seems that Wheat had dared Brandon to run jump in the pool without his trunks, and of course Brandon couldn't pass on a dare.

  Only one thing was wrong with their plan. Yep. the bushes and stuff was down at the deep end of the pool. So when Brandon jumped in he couldn't touch bottom to put his shorts back on, and he began bobbing up and down trying to get those shorts on. He would get a gulp of air and then sink to the bottom trying to get them shorts on. Then when he got to the bottom, he would push back up to get another breath of air, and the process would start all over again. Of course we were all laughing so hard I guess we never even thought about helping him, but after a little bit he did manage to get them back on, and made it back to the shallow end where we figured we had better go on back to our rooms. You know, to this day I don't think anyone at the wedding party saw what happened, because the manager never knocked on our door and asked us to leave the hotel. Oh, by the way we did go on to win the Regional tournament, and earn a trip to the State tournament in Austin, but that's another story for another time.