Karma is a real bitch

Okay all of us have heard of Karma, and whether or not you believe in it or not, there is no mistaken it does exist on the golf course.  I am speaking from personal experience.

So the situation occurred a few years ago during one of the annual golf outings at Swan Lake.  On the Silver course hole 7 is a great dog leg left par 5.  The goal is to get your tee shot to the fairway where the dog leg occurs about 250 yards, however there is a huge mound in the middle of the damn fairway, so its not easy feat.  Then there is a creek running well in front of the green, so the smart play is to lay up short and have an easy wedge into the green.  Well one of the "older" guys, Joe, was lying two in front of the creek.  Joe took his trusty club and plop, that's right in the water.  So he drops at same spot and plop another in the creek.  Now this next time he does the right thing and takes his drop by the creek.  Pulls another club and plop, in the water again.  Now the rest of us can not help but to start to laugh and give him shit.  So like the trooper he is, Joe takes another drop and strikes the ball and bam!  He hits the railroad ties that make up the far bank and the ball rebounds back towards him, but falls in the water, well all of us about pissed ourselves and the hazing really started especially by yours truly.  We felt bad for Joe and allowed him to take a drop on the other side of the creek like the good guys we are..HAHAHAH

So I named the creek Joe's Creek in his honor from that day forward.  Joe is a great sport and took it all in stride, and we all had a big laugh.

So here comes the Karma part.  Hole 8 goes back the other way a short par 4 that crosses the pond that Joe's Creek feeds into.  You have to carry about 200 yards to clear the water to a fairway running horizontal.  I took a 3 Wood and hit an amazing cut to about 60 yards in front of the green.  Everyone said good shot and my chest puffed a bit and i was feeling good about my round.  Shooting a 21 after 6 holes and cruising. So that morning I had my lesson and bought 3 new wedges to fill in the yardage gap.  I took my new sand wedge thinking easy it up there and easy birdie before heading to the tough 9th hole a long tough par 4.  Can you believe I duffed it about 10 yards...DAMN....
So I walk up to the ball and think I can still par the hole..just get up and down.  And I will be damned that I shanked the ball dead right nearly missing the water and the comes to rest at the bottom of the green side hills.  And I completely lost it, lost my composure and almost threw my club in the water, thank god the club hit a tree and it feel to the ground...And yes the others started laughing but didn't want me to see.  So disgusted I walked up to my ball with a lob wedge and hit it only to the top of the hill...damn...then finally in complete disbelief chip the ball on the green and two putted for a 7.  So six shots from 60 yards out.  And in true guy fashion, Joe turned to me and said...."So how those lessons working out?"  It was everything I could do to maintain.  Then the tee shot off 9th hole started off with two in the water and in the last three holes I shot a 27.

To this day when we are around the cigar table, all of us laugh and share the story with others.  You can't replace good friends that can laugh at themselves.

Moral of the story:  Karma is a bitch.