Six Feet on a Putting Green

What a day. Another hot day to be exact. I just checked the weather pages and I only see 109 for the high today. It felt hotter, but that's because I was standing right under the big yellow star in the sky.

I talked Thiago and Lucas into going to the Driving Range around noon today. We headed across the street to a very nice place named Trilogy. It's a retirement community that is pretty quiet in the summer when many residents go north to their primary homes.

We purchased two bags of balls from the pro shop, but the employee (Rick), threw in another bag for good measure. He mentioned that it would be needed. Good place with great help.

Lucas was a champ. He took his right-handed clubs and hit them left-handed. After correcting him several times, I gave up and decided to ask the proshop for a left-handed club. Again, Rick answered the call by drumming up a nice junior 6 iron. Lucas enjoyed rolling them out twenty yards or so. I was amazed at how he kept at it.

Thiago, on the other hand was bent on showing me up. He consistently nailed them dead straight. Some shots soared, some killed worms, but they all went straight. He asked me why he was hitting them farther than me. That had me revved up. I took out my driver, teed up a yellow Callaway range ball and topped the doggone ball and watched it roll fifteen feet. I guess he was right.

We took a break after I found Lucas hiding under a tree for shade. I asked him if he would like a soda and he screamed back at me, "yes." After two sodas each, the boys were ready to finish the three bags of range balls. Thiago, being the sport he is, finished his bag first and proceeded to empty my golf bag of any golf balls. It was time to go to the putting green. When we walked onto the putting green, we were all alone. It was perfect. But before we could sink two putts, carts were lining up. It was just before a tournament and everyone was there to practice. It got interesting very fast. Lucas proceeded to walk right in front of a wana-be pro, who barked at him to go around. I apologized to the next Arnold and he said it was ok. Then Thiago goes and picks up someone’s ball after it comes within inches of dropping into the cup. Another bark from a tee’d off golfer. But the boys enjoyed the moment unaware of their infractions. After 30 minutes of putting, the boys finally agreed it was time for an air conditioner.

What an awesome day. Hot weather and two cool dudes on a driving range in the Sonora Desert.