For example, whenever we go out on his boat we have a crisis. One time, when we launched the boat, we launched the trailer as well. (We never did find that trailer). Also, Mikey’s boat periodically runs away from home, slipping off his floatable dock at high tide. So we’ve spent countless afternoons in my boat looking for his boat!
Another time when Mikey invited me to go out on his boat I got to his house and I saw that the boat wasn’t even in the water yet. Mikey told me not to worry about it. He led me into the garage where the boat sat on the trailer. The radio was blasting. There was beer in the cooler. Fishing poles were in the rack. I said “Mikey what are you doing? I thought we were going out on the water?” “This is better!” he assured me.
So we climbed into the boat right there in the garage, listened to tunes, drank beer and arrived home safely for the one and only
Mikey and I also play a lot of golf together. Of course, he thinks he
is the better golfer, so whenever we play he insists on being the captain. He also always turns his back to me as I swing, saying he can’t stand to watch. It’s a little hard on my ego but I’m able to cope.
One day, we were playing a par three that went over water when I hit my ball INTO the water. Mikey, by some miracle, was on the green. He had this bored look on his face as he waited for me to go to the drop area. It was
about this time that Tiger Woods used to do those advertisements where he would bounce the golf ball on the face of the wedge. So, to entertain himself as he waited for me to reach the green, Mikey tried to be “Tiger” as he stood by the edge of the pond. He got two bounces before he missed and hit his own ball in the water. We finally tied the hole thanks to the old “lost ball” rule.
On another occasion Mikey and I were playing in a Captain’s Choice tournament. That’s the game where you each hit a shot and then the “Captain” chooses which of the two balls you play next. The assumption is that the Captain will pick the best shot to play. (As always, Mikey was Captain because he thought he was the best golfer.) I hit the ball in the fairway a little short of the green. Mikey missed the green and the ball went into the marsh. He was in the marsh, scrounging
around, when he announced that we would be playing his ball. I walked over, looked at the ball deep in the pluffmud, scratched my head and said “Mikey are you out of your mind?” He looked at me impishly and replied,
“You should have seen it before I moved it.”
Harry McHugh… first a corporate blue suiter then an entrepreneur. Catch Harry’s stories at: funnierthanwethink.blogspot.com/