L.O.F.T.
July 16th, 2008Golfing with Mayor Vic has its pros and cons.
My folks and I joined him for nine holes Monday morning at the North Bay Golf and Country Club.
The marketing guru certainly can be entertaining. And Ma and Pa probably got a kick out of seeing their little boy hold his own with an elected official.
To be honest, I just didn’t know anyone as short as my parents who also has a membership there.
I’ve taken them to all the local courses and North Bay’s oldest was the last on the list. We’ve made Clear Springs in Chisholm a regular event, while playing Osprey a couple of times, as well as Highview and Laurentide.
The mayor was eager to get me out golfing because I haven’t been on a course for almost two years. Despite playing at some of the best clubs in Ontario, taking oodles of lessons and multiple games per week, Vic hasn’t had much luck beating me over the years. My crushing drive (consistently 1.5 fairways to the right or left), uncanny pinpoint chips (unless I top it, flub it or shank it) and Tiger Woods-like putts (hot or cold, depending on the weather), are too much for him to handle.
Most often, I can count on someone calling him on his Crackberry and causing a little work-related stress, making him double-clutch and take one of his famous back-breaking divots. If that doesn’t happen, I merely pitch unflattering column ideas until he starts worrying about what I’ll write next.
His fatal draw/hook, caused by a bizarre re-grip during the upswing and “cupping” of the ball with irons (he can’t hit with drivers at all), takes care of the rest.
Unfortunately, I didn’t take into account the calming effect Ma and Pa would have on the mayor, with their down-to-earth perspectives, easy-going nature and old golf jokes allowing him to feel way too comfortable.
The little guy had so much fun he completely relaxed, and to my detriment, played better than usual, beating me by a stroke. We should have played skins. I actually won five out of nine holes and tied one, but he drained a 60-foot par putt on No. 11, while I took a nine with two lost balls. It was the TSN-turning point and I couldn’t make up the deficit.
Had I known he’d get so much pleasure out of the round, I would have had him pick up the green fees as a “therapy surcharge.” We all know how much he likes those surcharges.
P.S. My folks were very impressed with the course. The greens were perfect, although impossible to read, and the scenery was awesome. And my mom was very complimentary of the mayor. With a straight face, she said his game had a lot of “loft.”
Of course, Mayor Vic asked what she meant.
“Lack Of Fucking Talent,” she said, chuckling away. She then asked if the city still had an annual air show.
Next year, if we go again, she’s riding with Vic. That’s sure to add a few strokes to his game.
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