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Hold my beer.Played nine today at 41 tripling the seventh. First time I have a triple bogey in A LONG time.
Hold my beer.Played nine today at 41 tripling the seventh. First time I have a triple bogey in A LONG time.
I'm telling you...95% of those who slice don't keep their arms compact. You WILL lose some distance with my towel suggestion...you won't find your balls in the rough. They'll be in the short stuff...I've actually done that to keep the club face closed. Even changed up my grip from being interlocked to sort of like a baseball one. It's helped. Still slicing it though. Just need more repetition.
Yeah I've heard of doing that before. It has been storming up here in Huntsville, but I may go to the range today and try that out if it clears up.I'm telling you...95% of those who slice don't keep their arms compact. You WILL lose some distance with my towel suggestion...you won't find your balls in the rough. They'll be in the short stuff...
There's an old idiom about your eyes being bigger than your stomach. The same thing applies to this game. It's great to be putting on a 5par in two...but it's just as safe to be putting in three.Yeah I've heard of doing that before. It has been storming up here in Huntsville, but I may go to the range today and try that out if it clears up.
Yes, tried to play baseball, but that didn't get very far.@It Takes Eleven, so you were there during the Reisener years?
I broke my hand the summer I graduated and missed the second level all-star stuff and summer league. Watching him run the players who fell short up and down those brick streets, carrying their mattresses on their heads, made just working to cover my college expenses seem a bit more comfortable.Played vs UM while at Jeff State and Bham Southern when he was there. Once he pulled a pitcher in like the 4 inning of a fall double header. He told him to run foul poles until he told him to stop. Kid was still running at end of second game.
this is still flooring meYes. Had him for two classes, zoology and comparative vertebrate anatomy. In comparative, he railed over the administration not approving his funding request to have the twenty microscopes in our lab cleaned. He said, "the trustees just approved the construction of our third theater on campus. It costs $150 to have a microscope professionally cleaned, $3,000 for them all. Request denied. Do you know how many theater and music majors I'm going to have to fail in Biology 100 (the only mandatory science class for non-majors) over $3,000." He had a take no prisoners approach to outside students, but he was a heck of a professor to us.
When I attended Montevallo, he hadn't written With the Old Breed, never mentioned his service, and none of us knew anything about it. His family prompted him to write that book from the notes he'd written in his Bible - a shooting offense for an enlisted man - after I'd graduated. I was in a hotel room somewhere, getting ready to go to a bank examination, had a morning show on the TV and saw/heard him being interviewed. I never knew that side of him.
We never know who we're encountering day to day, good or bad.
I've had the opportunity to encounter people with a pretty good span of influence, but they all fall shy of the personal sacrifice of our veterans.this is still flooring me
I've had the opportunity to encounter people with a pretty good span of influence, but they all fall shy of the personal sacrifice of our veterans.
That being said, one of my favorite experiences involves a bank CEO who retired from a half trillion dollar bank, somewhere in the top six to eight in the nation, depending on how you measure it. I've never met a more authentic leader at that level, just total class. He went with his Sunday School class on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic, helping build a pediatric healthcare facility, brick by brick. As they finished their time there, they went into town to an ice cream parlor to celebrate their efforts. They're all enjoying their ice cream and the banker notices there is a lady looking at him, smiling. She gets up and comes over to their table and asks, "are you Kelly King?". He answers yes, and she replies, "some years ago, you gave a speech in New Orleans that was very meaningful to me, and I wanted you to know that." Kelly tells me, "I remember that trip, I'd taken the corporate plane down and the airport was fogged in, no way to land, the pilot went around four times, finally telling me this was our last chance to land. Final approach, the fog cleared, we set down, but I was late to the event, I had no time to interact with the audience, and I had a cold and felt terrible. I soldiered through my speech, and my commitments for later in the day meant I was ushered off the stage with no further interaction, heading right back to the airport. I felt like a failure."
Fast forward, here is a lady in the Dominican Republic telling him what an impact his speech had on her, asking, "why are you here?". Kelly said, "we've just built a children's healthcare facility, but we need some doctors." She smiled and said, "my husband is head of pediatric medicine at our nation's primary hospital, I think we can get you some doctors."
There may be coincidences in our world, but I'd like to believe, time to time, there's something more.
No shit. Great story.Paul Harvey would have spun a nice web with this one...
this reminds me of the time I met Chris Lake. The emotion she poured out about the desire to be a mother. I'm just "shooting the shit" with a couple and I met at Hyman's she tells some the story about Brandon. (Brandon Lake.)I've had the opportunity to encounter people with a pretty good span of influence, but they all fall shy of the personal sacrifice of our veterans.
That being said, one of my favorite experiences involves a bank CEO who retired from a half trillion dollar bank, somewhere in the top six to eight in the nation, depending on how you measure it. I've never met a more authentic leader at that level, just total class. He went with his Sunday School class on a mission trip to the Dominican Republic, helping build a pediatric healthcare facility, brick by brick. As they finished their time there, they went into town to an ice cream parlor to celebrate their efforts. They're all enjoying their ice cream and the banker notices there is a lady looking at him, smiling. She gets up and comes over to their table and asks, "are you Kelly King?". He answers yes, and she replies, "some years ago, you gave a speech in New Orleans that was very meaningful to me, and I wanted you to know that." Kelly tells me, "I remember that trip, I'd taken the corporate plane down and the airport was fogged in, no way to land, the pilot went around four times, finally telling me this was our last chance to land. Final approach, the fog cleared, we set down, but I was late to the event, I had no time to interact with the audience, and I had a cold and felt terrible. I soldiered through my speech, and my commitments for later in the day meant I was ushered off the stage with no further interaction, heading right back to the airport. I felt like a failure."
Fast forward, here is a lady in the Dominican Republic telling him what an impact his speech had on her, asking, "why are you here?". Kelly said, "we've just built a children's healthcare facility, but we need some doctors." She smiled and said, "my husband is head of pediatric medicine at our nation's primary hospital, I think we can get you some doctors."
There may be coincidences in our world, but I'd like to believe, time to time, there's something more.
But it's not...I think I'll watch this again.Fictional, but still one of the most memorable depictions of sacrifice, and the sacrifices ordered to prevent further personal loss.