Before fly fishing, was on a grassy slope of a farm pond catching gills in a light rain on a Sunday afternoon. Was sitting on my cooler, got up to play a large gill, & feet went out from under me on the wet grass. I came down on the corner of the cooler, breaking a rib (per the ER visit). The heck of it was that I still golfed then & our golf league tournament quarterfinal was the next day. We were favored to win the tourney & my partner had played the previous Friday as he couldn't make it Monday. On Monday, I called the league president & asked how partner Steve had done. Dave told me my "blind score" should take it, then called me back & told me he was wrong, that I would need 5 points to win. Well, I decided to play! With God as my caddy (He MUST have been!), I birdied the first FIVE holes to win it....then went to "H" in a hand basket! Oh, we DID win the tourney that year, although not painlessly.
Mike
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