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Tuesday, May 06, 2003

First and foremost, check out the new banner area where my Blog Title is. My friend Dave helped me spruce it up, and make it a lot more "me," whatever "me" is. Everyone should go check his blog out too, he's got a lot to say, and knows how to say it.

Now, on to the memories. I remember getting out of school early, and loading the clubs into Kurt's beat up 2-door Jeep. I remember driving to Dairy Queen and taking turns buying everyone Misty Freezies. I remember Greg, Geoff and myself all taking turns getting in trouble by Kurt for scratching obscenities into the decaying interior of that Jeep. I remember me driving the golf cart full speed backwards down the first hole and looking over and seeing the Ranger in his little cart, driving forwards and looking over at Greg and I and just shaking his head...how I explained that one is still beyond me. I recall hitting a guy for the first time ever on Hole 1. He was in our fairway and I hit him with a 3 bouncer to the leg. As Greg and I approached him, he got so mad that he said: "You son of a bitch, don't come one step closer, I'll kill you..." and held his club up as proof...he then proceeded to hit my ball that had hit him very far out of bounds. How mature. I remember on wet days riding in the cart and going down the hill of Hole 6 and hitting the brakes, spinning 360's all the way down. I distinctly remember rounding the turn going to that hole too fast with too many people hanging on, and having 3 of the 4 passengers fall off, along with their clubs. I remember going into the "19th Hole" after a round of 9 and getting beef jerky and a drink. I remember "JACKIE GARTZKA!!!!!!!" I remember winning a lot of free Pepsi during the lessons Greg, Kurt and I took, by sinking long putts. I will always remember Greg teaching me to golf. I can't stop remembering the fact that all through high school, Kurt used old-school wooden clubs, Greg's grandmoms, and all things considered, played damn well with them. I remember the laughter on the driving range. I remember playing with my Dad and standing in awe as he hit his drives, and laughing hysterically with Greg as he hit his second shot on the Par 5 9th, about 200 yards over the green, and into the parking lot...for those of you familiar, that is a LONG way. I remember the wedding golf tournament and a guy from across the course yelling "It's a lot easier to hit the ball if you put your purse down!" at my Dad after his drive. He was upset until he realized that it was our family friend. I remember all of us using range balls we stole on every hole that had water, "just in case." I recall all of the golf tryouts that we'd all go through for free golf, and then really hope we didn't make the team, so we didn't have to go to the tourneys. I remember the biting cold, and the exhausting heat, and all the temps and weather in between, and us still golfing. I remember it all so well.

I have so many memories of golfing with my friends and family, I wouldn't trade them for anything. Alas, "No man is rich enough to buy back his past."--Oscar Wilde--

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Tuesday, May 06, 2003 Memories of Bill Roberts First and foremost, check out the new banner area where my Blog Title is. My friend Dave helped me spruce it up, and make it a lot more "me," whatever "me" is. Everyone should go check his blog out too, he's got a lot to say, and knows how to say it. Now, on to the memories. I remember getting out of school early, and loading the clubs into Kurt's beat up 2-door Jeep. I remember driving to Dairy Queen and taking turns buying everyone Misty Freezies. I remember Greg, Geoff and myself all taking turns getting in trouble by Kurt for scratching obscenities into the decaying interior of that Jeep. I remember me driving the golf cart full speed backwards down the first hole and looking over and seeing the Ranger in his little cart, driving forwards and looking over at Greg and I and just shaking his head...how I explained that one is still beyond me. I recall hitting a guy for the first time ever on Hole 1. He was in our fairway and I hit him with a 3 bouncer to the leg. As Greg and I approached him, he got so mad that he said: "You son of a bitch, don't come one step closer, I'll kill you..." and held his club up as proof...he then proceeded to hit my ball that had hit him very far out of bounds. How mature. I remember on wet days riding in the cart and going down the hill of Hole 6 and hitting the brakes, spinning 360's all the way down. I distinctly remember rounding the turn going to that hole too fast with too many people hanging on, and having 3 of the 4 passengers fall off, along with their clubs. I remember going into the "19th Hole" after a round of 9 and getting beef jerky and a drink. I remember "JACKIE GARTZKA!!!!!!!" I remember winning a lot of free Pepsi during the lessons Greg, Kurt and I took, by sinking long putts. I will always remember Greg teaching me to golf. I can't stop remembering the fact that all through high school, Kurt used old-school wooden clubs, Greg's grandmoms, and all things considered, played damn well with them. I remember the laughter on the driving range. I remember playing with my Dad and standing in awe as he hit his drives, and laughing hysterically with Greg as he hit his second shot on the Par 5 9th, about 200 yards over the green, and into the parking lot...for those of you familiar, that is a LONG way. I remember the wedding golf tournament and a guy from across the course yelling "It's a lot easier to hit the ball if you put your purse down!" at my Dad after his drive. He was upset until he realized that it was our family friend. I remember all of us using range balls we stole on every hole that had water, "just in case." I recall all of the golf tryouts that we'd all go through for free golf, and then really hope we didn't make the team, so we didn't have to go to the tourneys. I remember the biting cold, and the exhausting heat, and all the temps and weather in between, and us still golfing. I remember it all so well. I have so many memories of golfing with my friends and family, I wouldn't trade them for anything. Alas, "No man is rich enough to buy back his past."--Oscar Wilde-- eloquently said by \| 10:43 PM \| \| \|	Tyler Knott Productions Tyler Knott Photography Vimeo Tumblr Twitter Clutch Del.icio.us MySpace Last.fm LinkedIn Resumé Atom Feed Twitters follow me on Twitter Horizon Expanders McGraw Donovan Dave Morin Flickr Blog Jaymie Keller Kevin Casey Nate Warner Rachel Hoffenberg Sarah Joelle Sarah Joelle's Music My Photography Past Downpours September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 Copyright This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.