Post by Calvin on Jul 6, 2007 17:50:04 GMT -5
Two wins, one over a hall of famer. Maybe things are turning around. Maybe I’m not so bad after all. Maybe there’s still a chance for Calvin Lee. Just maybe…
The sky is blue, the grass is green. The smell hints that the grass is freshly cut. Maybe a hour or two ago. There is not a cloud in site, it’s such a nice day out. The slight wind breeze is coming from the left. There is grass basically all around, with the odd tree here and there. Different parts of the grass is longer and other parts. It’s kinda cut in areas, shorter grass is in the more center and it widens as it goes outwards to the left and right. Random areas along the sides in the longer grass are holes, that have sand and dirt inside them. At the very end, is a circle of really short grass. With what appears to be a small flag in the center. Clearly, it doesn’t take long to see that this is a hole on a golf course. It’s about four hundred yards, the typical par 4. This would happen to be the fifteenth hole on the course, as the sign says at the walkway to the left of the tee box, that Calvin Lee appears to be standing on. Luther Castle, is sitting in the golf cart, which is on the walkway, where it should be. Luther is writing on a piece of paper. Clearly it would be the score card. Calvin Lee has his ball on the tee, in the ground, as he looks over at Luther Castle. Luther speaks out to Calvin Lee.
Luther Castle: Hey Calvin, What’d you get on the last hole again? I have you down for a bogey, but I just want to make sure.
Calvin Lee: Yeah, I got a bogey. Remember, I got caught in the stupid sand trap.
Stupid ass bunker.[/b][/color]
Luther Castle: Hahaha, yeah, you suck at golf.
Calvin Lee: It’s just a bad day…I’ll show you I can play.
I just can’t mess this shot up. Wind’s perfect. Fairway is straight, it’s so perfect. Just gotta be calm. It’s such an easy shot. Anyone can make it.
Calvin Lee gets his legs shoulder width apart. He looks down at the ball to make sure he’s in position. He looks down the fairway. Aiming his target. Just to the right of the second bunker about two hundred fifty yards out. He looks back down at the ball.
Luther Castle: Don’t choke now!
Calvin Lee: Shut up!
Luther Castle: I’m just saying.
Calvin Lee: Shut up and let me swing!!
I’m never going to be able to get a good shot with him pissing me off. Now I have to calm down again.
Calvin complete zones out. He pictures in his mind the perfect shot. Swinging back, hitting it perfectly down the line, right past the bunker. Just perfect. He listens to the sound of a bird chirping as he gets back into reality. He looks down at the ball. Luther looks on as Calvin starts to line up again. He looks down at the ball one last time, and starts to swing back. He swings all the way up, and with all his muscle he swings back downward, nailing the ball! It flies up! It goes a long way…to the right. Calvin Lee slices the ball yet again, and it flies down the right side, and lands in the bunker on the opposite side of the fairway. Completely missing his target, Calvin Lee slams the head of his driver down on the grass.
Calvin Lee:
ING bunghole PIECE OF ING crap BASTARD!!!!
An elderly girl golfer hears this and looks over, seeing Calvin Lee having a complete fit over his bad shot. She has a disgusted look on her face. Luther sees the lady and kinda laughs.
Calvin Lee: You think this is funny? you!
Luther Castle: Calm down! It’s just a damn game. Why the hell are you so damn tense lately?
Calvin Lee: I wonder…haven’t you seen how bad I’ve played today.
I can’t get anything right.
Luther Castle: I took you here so we could calm down for our match this week, and this is how you act? It’s just aing game! Stop freaking out.
Calvin Lee: Whatever, just shoot.
Luther Castle: Ok, good. Let me show you how a REAL golfer hit’s a ball.
Heh. Cocky bastard.
Luther walks up to the tee box as Calvin Lee picks up his driver, he puts it in his golf bag, on the back of the cart. He gets into the cart, and watches Luther put his tee into the ground, and place the ball on top. Luther lines up, and doesn’t take too much time to set up at all. He looks at the ball, swings back, and swings forward. The ball goes straight! High! Far! Exactly where Luther was aiming. The exact same spot Calvin Lee wanted to hit his ball, but couldn’t get it there. Luther chuckles.
Luther Castle: That’s how a golfer plays. Nice calm, not trying too hard.
Calvin Lee: I’m not trying too hard.
The frustration starts to show in Calvin’s voice. His face is deep red.
Luther Castle: You know what, it. I’m done with this. Something is bothering you, and whatever it is, you better not let it distract you in our match like it is distracting you from golfing. Get over yourself Calvin, I’m out of here.
You make it sound all too easy.
Calvin Lee: Nothing is wrong! You’re just pissing me off!! With your “oh I’m so good at golf.”
Luther Castle: This is ridiculous. I’m leaving. When you start to take things not as serious, and start acting human again, come find me. Bye.
Luther Castle starts to walk away, but not before whipping his golf club at the cart, in which Calvin Lee is still in. It hit’s the back of the cart, and falls to the ground. Calvin Lee is left there alone. He’s kinda shocked. He gets out of the cart, picks up Luther’s club and places it in Luther’s bag, in which he left behind. Calvin Lee gets back in the cart, and drives up to his ball, which is in the bunker. Calvin Lee gets out, his face still a little red, Calvin grabs his sand wedge from his bag, and goes into the trap.
Luther thinks he’s all so good. He hasn’t gone through the part couple weeks I have. Losing week in and week out. I may have won my last two matches, but that doesn’t mean everything is better. They don’t matter. Beating MOD doesn’t matter. It’s the PPV match that matters. That’s all. Last weeks match doesn’t matter either. Just the PPV.
Calvin Lee gets into the sand, and starts to line up his shot. He looks at the green. He can make it if he tries hard enough. He gets his feet into place, and looks up at the green.
One nice shot can turn around a whole day of bad luck, and even a career. All it takes, is one perfect shot.
Calvin Lee swings back, and nails the ball perfectly. The ball goes up into the air, going straight to the green. Infact, it’s going straight to the hole! Calvin Lee gets up and looks at the green, to see his ball bounce once, twice onto the green and slowly roll until it goes right by the hole. It slows right down, and…..falls right into the hole. A perfect shot. Maybe just maybe, there’s still a chance for redemption.
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The sky is blue, the grass is green. The smell hints that the grass is freshly cut. Maybe a hour or two ago. There is not a cloud in site, it’s such a nice day out. The slight wind breeze is coming from the left. There is grass basically all around, with the odd tree here and there. Different parts of the grass is longer and other parts. It’s kinda cut in areas, shorter grass is in the more center and it widens as it goes outwards to the left and right. Random areas along the sides in the longer grass are holes, that have sand and dirt inside them. At the very end, is a circle of really short grass. With what appears to be a small flag in the center. Clearly, it doesn’t take long to see that this is a hole on a golf course. It’s about four hundred yards, the typical par 4. This would happen to be the fifteenth hole on the course, as the sign says at the walkway to the left of the tee box, that Calvin Lee appears to be standing on. Luther Castle, is sitting in the golf cart, which is on the walkway, where it should be. Luther is writing on a piece of paper. Clearly it would be the score card. Calvin Lee has his ball on the tee, in the ground, as he looks over at Luther Castle. Luther speaks out to Calvin Lee.
Luther Castle: Hey Calvin, What’d you get on the last hole again? I have you down for a bogey, but I just want to make sure.
Calvin Lee: Yeah, I got a bogey. Remember, I got caught in the stupid sand trap.
Stupid ass bunker.[/b][/color]
Luther Castle: Hahaha, yeah, you suck at golf.
Calvin Lee: It’s just a bad day…I’ll show you I can play.
I just can’t mess this shot up. Wind’s perfect. Fairway is straight, it’s so perfect. Just gotta be calm. It’s such an easy shot. Anyone can make it.
Calvin Lee gets his legs shoulder width apart. He looks down at the ball to make sure he’s in position. He looks down the fairway. Aiming his target. Just to the right of the second bunker about two hundred fifty yards out. He looks back down at the ball.
Luther Castle: Don’t choke now!
Calvin Lee: Shut up!
Luther Castle: I’m just saying.
Calvin Lee: Shut up and let me swing!!
I’m never going to be able to get a good shot with him pissing me off. Now I have to calm down again.
Calvin complete zones out. He pictures in his mind the perfect shot. Swinging back, hitting it perfectly down the line, right past the bunker. Just perfect. He listens to the sound of a bird chirping as he gets back into reality. He looks down at the ball. Luther looks on as Calvin starts to line up again. He looks down at the ball one last time, and starts to swing back. He swings all the way up, and with all his muscle he swings back downward, nailing the ball! It flies up! It goes a long way…to the right. Calvin Lee slices the ball yet again, and it flies down the right side, and lands in the bunker on the opposite side of the fairway. Completely missing his target, Calvin Lee slams the head of his driver down on the grass.
Calvin Lee:
ING bunghole PIECE OF ING crap BASTARD!!!!An elderly girl golfer hears this and looks over, seeing Calvin Lee having a complete fit over his bad shot. She has a disgusted look on her face. Luther sees the lady and kinda laughs.
Calvin Lee: You think this is funny?
you!Luther Castle: Calm down! It’s just a damn game. Why the hell are you so damn tense lately?
Calvin Lee: I wonder…haven’t you seen how bad I’ve played today.
I can’t get anything right.
Luther Castle: I took you here so we could calm down for our match this week, and this is how you act? It’s just a
ing game! Stop freaking out.Calvin Lee: Whatever, just shoot.
Luther Castle: Ok, good. Let me show you how a REAL golfer hit’s a ball.
Heh. Cocky bastard.
Luther walks up to the tee box as Calvin Lee picks up his driver, he puts it in his golf bag, on the back of the cart. He gets into the cart, and watches Luther put his tee into the ground, and place the ball on top. Luther lines up, and doesn’t take too much time to set up at all. He looks at the ball, swings back, and swings forward. The ball goes straight! High! Far! Exactly where Luther was aiming. The exact same spot Calvin Lee wanted to hit his ball, but couldn’t get it there. Luther chuckles.
Luther Castle: That’s how a golfer plays. Nice calm, not trying too hard.
Calvin Lee: I’m not trying too hard.
The frustration starts to show in Calvin’s voice. His face is deep red.
Luther Castle: You know what,
it. I’m done with this. Something is bothering you, and whatever it is, you better not let it distract you in our match like it is distracting you from golfing. Get over yourself Calvin, I’m out of here.You make it sound all too easy.
Calvin Lee: Nothing is wrong! You’re just pissing me off!! With your “oh I’m so good at golf.”
Luther Castle: This is ridiculous. I’m leaving. When you start to take things not as serious, and start acting human again, come find me. Bye.
Luther Castle starts to walk away, but not before whipping his golf club at the cart, in which Calvin Lee is still in. It hit’s the back of the cart, and falls to the ground. Calvin Lee is left there alone. He’s kinda shocked. He gets out of the cart, picks up Luther’s club and places it in Luther’s bag, in which he left behind. Calvin Lee gets back in the cart, and drives up to his ball, which is in the bunker. Calvin Lee gets out, his face still a little red, Calvin grabs his sand wedge from his bag, and goes into the trap.
Luther thinks he’s all so good. He hasn’t gone through the part couple weeks I have. Losing week in and week out. I may have won my last two matches, but that doesn’t mean everything is better. They don’t matter. Beating MOD doesn’t matter. It’s the PPV match that matters. That’s all. Last weeks match doesn’t matter either. Just the PPV.
Calvin Lee gets into the sand, and starts to line up his shot. He looks at the green. He can make it if he tries hard enough. He gets his feet into place, and looks up at the green.
One nice shot can turn around a whole day of bad luck, and even a career. All it takes, is one perfect shot.
Calvin Lee swings back, and nails the ball perfectly. The ball goes up into the air, going straight to the green. Infact, it’s going straight to the hole! Calvin Lee gets up and looks at the green, to see his ball bounce once, twice onto the green and slowly roll until it goes right by the hole. It slows right down, and…..falls right into the hole. A perfect shot. Maybe just maybe, there’s still a chance for redemption.
