Blind Clock

Hey Zeke (that's me Uncle John) what would we call it? Blind Squirrel? Stopped Clock? Lightning can strike twice? I'm sure one applies. But yesterday in my golf league I scored the second birdie of my life.

It was on the 10th hole (we played the back nine) a par 3, and was as close to the pin as I've ever been off the tee, about two feet. I was below the hole, so putting uphill meant I could strike the ball more firmly, and the lie was straight as a tack. Boom! The sound of a golf ball dropping into the cup is almost as satisfying as hitting a baseball. First birdie since you and I played Dearborn Hills back in 1990.

You were the first person I thought of when I drained that putt. I even looked up to the sky as I pumped my fist. I still have the ball and the scorecard you signed from the first birdie. I set aside the second birdie ball so that that first one would have company.

This one's for you, Uncle John. I miss golfing with ya.