Blood oozing at an alarming rate from his finger, Hugo (not his real name) rolled into the parking lot with hopes of stemming the tide and still make his 8 AM loop. It was an errant slip of a knife during breakfast preparation which had us scavenging bandages from the clubhouse upon his arrival. We patched it the best we could using three layers of Johnson & Johnson’s finest and with time to spare, Hugo went to meet his employers just outside the locker-room door. He had worked for them the day before and his aid was once again requested . During a slow week like this, it was comforting to know you have a job in advance and money in the bank, so to speak. But it was not to be. One player decided to opt out of Hugo’s assistance. Now, along with a throbbing bloody finger, Hugo would be nursing a “No work for you!” kick in the groin.
After sitting around for a couple hours, a single came in looking for a caddie. Since Hugo got nixed out of what should have been a sure thing, it was decided that he take what may be the only loop remaining for the day. Only one problem. Hugo did not have his own transportation. He carefully calculated the time he would be finishing and decided to forgo the few extra bucks for the option of an early exit. I got the job instead.
Mr. M was a retired Detroit police officer and his first time to Fallen Oak. Once we warmed-up to each other, we talked golf in general, the LPGA, politics, the recovery of fallen athletes and anything else that popped up. Since his neck of the woods has had such a dismal winter – his home course delaying their opening by three weeks – Mr. M’s rustiness was evident. Didn’t hit it all that bad but adjusting to linoleum-like putting surfaces is always a challenge. Again, we flew around the course in about three hours despite all the chitchat between shots.
I planned a stop by the kitchen for lunch before leaving but they were swamped with orders from the dining room. Not wishing to inject myself into the situation with a quest for a free meal, I chose to stop at Popeye’s Fried Chicken on the way home instead. They had a special going and I stocked up with a ten piece pack. Should last me a few days. Finger-lickin’ good is what that is.
Then there was this:
LPGA veteran back on the course and battling MS – Like anybody else, the day Heather Drew learned she had multiple sclerosis was devastating. –
Hillsdale hosts LPGA event in August – La Canadienne was effectively the first Canadian Women’s Open, and Bourassa remains the only Canadian to win an LPGA Tour event on her native soil –