In-Law Golf

I’m not a great golfer, nor do I like it that much. That’s why I hadn’t gone in almost four years. When my daughter got married, we had family come from out of town for the special occasion. Most of them came from the Las Vegas area, where my wife grew up and the majority of her family still lives. I guess it cost a lot more to play golf in Las Vegas, thus the reason they wanted to get some bargain rounds in while they were here. It was my brother-in-laws idea, which normally wouldn’t appeal to me but with so many women in the house a man could get high on hair spray or be told what to do so much tell he'd think he's in the army. When we announced our intentions it was easy to find two more takers, our wives were happy to see us go, it was easier than having a bunch of pouting men in their way. This is where the in-law connection takes place. Joining myself was my father, brother and son in-laws. The greatest things about in-laws is that you normally have some-things in common, but when they act like idiots you can take solace that you have no blood relationship to any of them. Because we are all hackers and don’t have much intent to get better, we decided to play a two man best ball format. Now this is perfect for the guy that looses a ball about every six or seven shots. Both player on your team tee-off, then you go to the best shot – where you hit again from the same location, you just hope both of you don’t go into the lake at the same time. For some reason the two old guys were put on the same team – we held our own most of the time. Then came hole number four. My son-in-law proclaimed that this was his favorite hole in the whole wide world. That’s quit the claim – since he hasn’t been everywhere in the wide whole world. This hole is a par four, in an L shape surrounding a lake. If you hit down the fairway and then take the turn to the green it is 375 yards hole, but if your willing you can cut across the lake and with the shot of a lifetime make it to the green. Now my son-in-law can hit a golf ball a country mile, for that matter he can hit anything a country mile. He played minor league baseball for about five years and in High School he lead the state in homeruns. Knowing that such a feat was beyond our capacity, we shot down to the turn which give us a clear shot at the green. Then it was my son-in-laws turn, now I know why this was his favorite hole in the whole wide world. Not only did he clear the lake – and hit the green twenty yards further, his ball rolled past the hole more than thirty feet. Wow, next time he’s on my team. Our second shot didn’t even hit the green, leaving us a short chip up hill to the hole. Once on the green we one putted for a respectable par. This is when the younger team showed their true colors, a thirty-foot down hill putt for an eagle – oh sorry both players didn’t even come close. Now a fifteen-foot putt for birdie – oh sorry, what about a one foot putt for par. The old saying “drive for show and putt for dough” was defiantly in place this time. On to the fifth still tied. The only thing that had changed was the lack of trash talk that filled the air on the previous tee-box.