I believe in taking care of myself; a balanced diet, a rigorous exercise routine. During the day when there's a lull in the workload, I sometimes like to hit golf balls into the vastness of the desert. On this particular day, my golf game was so unbelievably good that some of my Indian workers felt compelled to fashion scoring cards and rate each of my hits! Needless to say, I was quite impressive.
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A marine drill sergeant fancied a round of golf one day, and headed out to his favourite links. Waiting on the first tee, he noticed an air force commander, also waiting on the first tee and also alone. Both being in the armed forces, they decided to play together.
It wasn't long before they were talking about work. They shared boot camp stories, war memories, and jokes about new recruits. It went this way until about the third hole, when the marine sergeant was finishing a story about a runaway tank and said, "And you know that the marines are the bravest men in the armed forces."
The air force commander dropped his putter, "Just what do you mean by that?" he challenged. "Well," the sergeant went on, "who do you send to take new territory? Who do you send in when you're out numbered? Who gets the call for the most covert operations?"
The air force commander putted out, and angrily he said, "Well, while you are hiding in the bushes, who is a clear target in the sky? Who do you call for support when you're losing? And who is always sent in during a losing battle? Sir, the men of the air force are the bravest men." This argument lasted for the rest of the round. Both men swearing their men were the bravest, and each had stories to tell to back up their claims.
After finishing, they headed to the club house for a beer, still debating the matter. Finally, the marine sergeant stood and said, "I've got to head back to camp. Play again next week?"
To this, the air force commander said, "Well, I must apologize, it seems I was mistaken. Anyone who played like you did today, and is willing to come back to the same golf course is a much braver man than myself!"
Of the ten dudes holding score cards, five of them are upside down. I take this to mean that they rate you minus the points shown. You suck something fierce when an Indian (dot, not arrow) migrant worker in Iraq-istan scores you negative on a golf swing. Guess you guys ought to go back to rummaging through the trash for large black man organs. I love you --Matt
It's good to know you're getting some downtime over there. Missed hearing from you via the blog. Hope your computer was "fixable." Xoxo!
Such great form, and excellent follow-through. Oh my God, are those Oakleys you're wearing? And the subtle fleece - just casual enough for the back nine.
Okay. . and since you have nothing better to do. . (hehehehe) I've decided to tag you. . . to get more people to read your blog. xoxo - R
http://rosemcdigiscrap.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag.html
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