Showing posts with label golf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label golf. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Wormburners deluxe...


This is how we roll in the burgh.
Brilliant move of Mr.Higinbotham (I loved typing this name) to yell "Fore!"...it's the only way to get a golfer to pay attention.....




A serious drive at Cloverleaf
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
By Sadie Gurman, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Golf was mixed with traces of NASCAR yesterday when a speeding SUV carrying five golfers zipped across fairways, slammed into a pine tree, spun around and burst into flames.
Dave Higinbotham watched the scene in horror from the third hole of the third nine of Delmont's Cloverleaf Golf Course. The SUV, he said, rushed up a hill, heading straight toward him at 50 mph.
It missed him, instead grazing his golf cart before zooming up the hill toward the tee of the fourth hole.
"I yelled as loud as I could yell, 'Fore, fore, fore!' " said Mr. Higinbotham, of Greensburg, who looked on as the SUV struck an oak tree and careened into a pine tree. It was the final stop on a crash course that sent five people to hospitals and golfers on a year-end outing scrambling for cover.
Mr. Higinbotham, 66, ran up the hill toward the fiery SUV, dialing 911 on his cell phone and shouting for his playing partners to help.
"I said, 'We've got to get these people out of the car,' " he said. Fellow golfers quickly joined Mr. Higinbotham, some in golf carts. "We pulled them out as gently as we could, then laid them on the ground."
Driver Paul Lazear, 82, and his four passengers, all from Wilkinsburg, were safe, but 2-foot flames still shot from SUV, Mr. Higinbotham said.
"I said, 'We've got to push this car out of the way, and away from these people,' " he said.
He and six other golfers started pushing, sliding the burning vehicle about 30 feet before emergency crews arrived and could treat the injured.
Mr. Lazear and passenger Carol Lazear, 72, were taken with minor injuries to Excela Health Westmoreland Hospital at Jeannette, state police said. Two other passengers, Ruth Daniels, 83, and Flora Lee Katz, 74, suffered moderate injuries and were treated at Westmoreland Hospital in Greensburg. A fifth passenger, Bertram Katz, 80, was flown to UPMC Presbyterian in Oakland. State police said all of the injured were expected to recover.
Mr. Lazear told police that he'd "lost his brakes and couldn't stop." His collision course started in the course's north parking lot, where police said he hit a parked car and kept driving, first across some large stones and then onto the golf course. He picked up speed as he headed west across the first hole of the first nine's tee box, and continued, just missing the clubhouse as he veered onto a path and back into the parking lot.
Mr. Lazear didn't stop there. He told police he couldn't.
They said he crossed Cloverleaf Drive through the south parking lot and again onto the golf course, gaining speed. Heading north, the SUV jumped a ditch and kept going, hitting a parked golf cart at the third hole of the third nine.
Pressing on, police said, the SUV hit an oak tree, then went out of control before "bouncing off" a pine tree and spinning in a circle. The vehicle stopped there, police said, completely in flames.
"It was burnt to an ashen shell," said Leonard Manns, who works in the pro shop and didn't see the crash but was told of it later. "It was freaky, that's for sure."
He said the fire left only a charred spot on the course.


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Sunday, August 31, 2008

From the sunny side of the street....


Invisi-Gal has been living under renovation circumstances, my office was moved into another room in the house (with a stunning view) and I am finally at my desk typing away.


Since then we have seen Sarah Palin hit the news, Gustav makes his way to NOLA, and school is back in session. So much can happen in 4 days.


I can't say enough about stunning views while you are writing, it's imperative to have one. Only problem is, you day dream more than you write.


I need to get my priorities straight...



Now, who's going to buy me breakfast and a round of golf?


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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Holy in one...


After seeing this ad for Catholic Supply, Invisi-Gal thinks maybe she could play for the other team. After all, have you ever seen a plastic statue of Jesus putting with Episcopalians?


And, if I must admit, my heart is softening for the new Pope. He didn't look so sinister in his visit to New York, the new shock of white hair makes him look, well, holy. Plus he was so sweet and patient and kind to all the bereft folks at Ground Zero.

Invisi-Gal prayed with him during his prayer for peace. I almost crossed myself but got confused, do you touch your head for the Holy Spirit or the Father? Plus I'm left handed and lead with the wrong hand...oh I am so hopelessly Protestant.


I must go now, Cookie is putting the week's menu together and I do adore that precious heart's of palm salad she makes....



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Wednesday, April 16, 2008


I am serious when I say there are merits to playing hooky.
Fact is, in my high school "daze" , I was considered a semi-pro at playing hooky.
Being an adult has put a dent in the ol' hooky machine, but every now and then I can still answer the call to... not answer the call. If you know what I mean.


In the act of running from responsiblity, one feels young, foolish, Superbad-ish. It's an instant discovery of the fountain of youth without having to have an unpronouncable name like Ponce de Leon.


It's fun to sneak off without the ever present cell phone (go ahead, be unreachable you rebel) and not give a second thought to it. In fact, the absence of interruption suspends time. The afternoon lolls about and lingers in the breeze, just like a spring day should.


I am playing hooky tomorrow. Golfing.


It's our secret.


No cell phones, no email, nothing, just me and eighteen holes of green grass and hopefully no sand.


I'll witness several hawks in flight, maybe even a deer or two (grabbing the tender buds while they can) and feel the sunshine on my shoulders.


Sure, I'll feel a slight twinge of guilt about all that wasn't done while I duffed about, but it will be greatly diminished by the smile my spirit will crack when I remember the slammin' drive and perfect putt I'm hoping I'll have. Then again, I may play a horrendous round, three and four putting, hitting all my shots fat as Trump's bank account.


The beautiful truth is, it won't matter, because the fact that I'm playing hooky adds such disobedient delight to the whole shootin' match.


Funny thing , I can't really remember what I did when I played hooky from school. I just know it was about having a break.


We all need a break.


Maybe tomorrow, I'll break a hundred.


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Sunday, April 6, 2008

Links to happiness!


No dear readers, not weblinks, GOLF links....18 little moments of Zen.


Spring is truly here, and I can prove it, because my whole family set out to play golf yesterday and had more fun than a barrel of uncles.


I birdied a particular hole that has been my nemesis for a long time and it set the world right.


The great thing was, my husband and son were my captives as we traversed the course. We had the long lost conversations of the last week, we laughed all the laughs we were too busy yesterday to laugh, and we cheered and jeered each other on through a very muddy round of Spring golf.


Lovely.




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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Competition from across the aisle....


Seems Invisi-Gal has competition for ATTENTION and it comes from the most unexpected place; across the aisle!




I have, no doubt, played golf with this guy.

Seriously, love this article!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

I call it what I want...


I hate the word "menopause" , doesn't it sounds like men get a break or something? Because that would be a BIG LIE.
Have you noticed that everyone going through it feels compelled by some inner bitch to scare you with the symptoms ? I wish they would tell it to the support group, I'll be there soon enough whining louder than the rest of them. It's just that the word "menopause" sounds so , so ,Greek and medical with liver spots all over it.
I want to start calling it "The Back Nine",
it's a wonderful golf term that means you're making the turn from the first nine holes to the last nine holes in an 18 hole round of golf.
The back nine is my favorite part of golf, so it's now my favorite part of life.
I call it what I want, I have super powers dammit,
I'm on The Back Nine.