
By Jeffrey A. Paolano
Two balls in his pocket and one in the cart. Larn narcissistically assumes this custom his own; however, the arrangement belongs to his father.
His arrival completes the foursome, and they pull tees for the drive rotation. Ben’s ball lands on the fairway in good position for his approach shot. “Nice,” “Good stroke,” “Sweet,” congratulate the others.
Larn shanks his tee-off, hitting a tree. The ball bounds into the grass rough and finishes near a root. Repositioning would cost a penalty stroke.
Larn thinks to use his foot wedge, even though, he acknowledges, his father would not have done the same.
Reminds me of some of my escapades on the golf course, before I gave up the game years ago. Good story.