From micromcallister, 10/27/2003.
On request, I make the personal assertation that I will not ask Mr. Jamie to join me for a round of golf again. Ever. This promise stems from Saturday's round at Stonebrige, when, on or about the 8th hole, Jamie proclaimed that he "really didn't enjoy the game".
As difficult as this is for me to believe, I do empathize with Jamie, possessor of a fine looking swing that produces a modicum of decent results. These decent results only usually only eminate from his game when he is fully engaged in the moment, and not when he is concerning himself with next spring's arrival of his third child or with what to do about his obviously troublesome fall / spring jacket purchase.
I cannot imagine not enjoying the game of golf, even if I "underachieved" as much as Jamie - which I more than often do.
Jamie is a hearty sort however, so I must give him props for that. He did join us (his brother Jeremy, minstral Andy, and yours truly) for a round that could best be described as "crisp".
Jamie has found personal issue with this blog for his lack of but one early reference, which I trust has been rectified by this denunciation of his personage, if only for a short time.
If any of us learned anything from Saturday's round, it is this: I am the man to beat.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004
never asking jamie to golf again
From micromcallister, 10/27/2003.
On request, I make the personal assertation that I will not ask Mr. Jamie to join me for a round of golf again. Ever. This promise stems from Saturday's round at Stonebrige, when, on or about the 8th hole, Jamie proclaimed that he "really didn't enjoy the game".
As difficult as this is for me to believe, I do empathize with Jamie, possessor of a fine looking swing that produces a modicum of decent results. These decent results only usually only eminate from his game when he is fully engaged in the moment, and not when he is concerning himself with next spring's arrival of his third child or with what to do about his obviously troublesome fall / spring jacket purchase.
I cannot imagine not enjoying the game of golf, even if I "underachieved" as much as Jamie - which I more than often do.
Jamie is a hearty sort however, so I must give him props for that. He did join us (his brother Jeremy, minstral Andy, and yours truly) for a round that could best be described as "crisp".
Jamie has found personal issue with this blog for his lack of but one early reference, which I trust has been rectified by this denunciation of his personage, if only for a short time.
If any of us learned anything from Saturday's round, it is this: I am the man to beat.
On request, I make the personal assertation that I will not ask Mr. Jamie to join me for a round of golf again. Ever. This promise stems from Saturday's round at Stonebrige, when, on or about the 8th hole, Jamie proclaimed that he "really didn't enjoy the game".
As difficult as this is for me to believe, I do empathize with Jamie, possessor of a fine looking swing that produces a modicum of decent results. These decent results only usually only eminate from his game when he is fully engaged in the moment, and not when he is concerning himself with next spring's arrival of his third child or with what to do about his obviously troublesome fall / spring jacket purchase.
I cannot imagine not enjoying the game of golf, even if I "underachieved" as much as Jamie - which I more than often do.
Jamie is a hearty sort however, so I must give him props for that. He did join us (his brother Jeremy, minstral Andy, and yours truly) for a round that could best be described as "crisp".
Jamie has found personal issue with this blog for his lack of but one early reference, which I trust has been rectified by this denunciation of his personage, if only for a short time.
If any of us learned anything from Saturday's round, it is this: I am the man to beat.
