When I was in high school the gym teacher was teaching us how to play golf – inside the gym using small (Barbie size) doll wigs instead of tees.
Years passed – 4 or 5 of them. My (later) husband and I went on a trip to one of the old, large Jewish hotels in the Catskill Mountains. He had a set of golf clubs as his dad figured that he would have to learn to play golf to meet with business associates and clients (as he, the dad, did).
Husband decided that since I had played golf before (ha ha – remember -the gym with doll wigs) we should play a round – sharing his bag of clubs. He had taken lessons, but never actually played a round of golf before. It was interesting – he hit the ball way out of the way and I hit it very short distances. We played on the 9 hole course. (“If anyone is serious they will be playing on one of the full courses.”)
I hit the ball straight – short distances. He hit the ball far – but in crazy directions. Somewhere along the way we teed up on one hole and the ball landed on the green of a later hole so we played a rather short game.
catmom1360 about 1 month ago
Idiot!
B UTTONS about 1 month ago
Dean, that will be two strokes … better let Bear drive you home … spare your 35 handicap any further humiliation.
Ellis97 about 1 month ago
I don’t think that’s how it works, Bear.
Mario500 about 1 month ago
(senses “TRICK” eyes (or “TRICK SHOT” eyes) in this cartoons)
einarbt about 1 month ago
If Dean can see does that make Bear the cartoonist?
Mediatech about 1 month ago
My gym teacher was always saying “Keep your eye on the ball”; and that is how I got a black eye.
Brilliant_Birdie about 1 month ago
Give him some nice sparkles
eddi-TBH about 1 month ago
“Barney Google! With the goo-goo-googly eyes!” circa the 1930s up.
Judeeye Premium Member about 1 month ago
My favorite panel is the first. Dean and Bear together and both smiling. It was as rare as finding unicorns playing pickle ball. ☺️
mafastore 29 days ago
When I was in high school the gym teacher was teaching us how to play golf – inside the gym using small (Barbie size) doll wigs instead of tees.
Years passed – 4 or 5 of them. My (later) husband and I went on a trip to one of the old, large Jewish hotels in the Catskill Mountains. He had a set of golf clubs as his dad figured that he would have to learn to play golf to meet with business associates and clients (as he, the dad, did).
Husband decided that since I had played golf before (ha ha – remember -the gym with doll wigs) we should play a round – sharing his bag of clubs. He had taken lessons, but never actually played a round of golf before. It was interesting – he hit the ball way out of the way and I hit it very short distances. We played on the 9 hole course. (“If anyone is serious they will be playing on one of the full courses.”)
I hit the ball straight – short distances. He hit the ball far – but in crazy directions. Somewhere along the way we teed up on one hole and the ball landed on the green of a later hole so we played a rather short game.
In 45 plus years we have never played golf again.