Cheeseburger In Paradise

After our long trip, yesterday we went out for a round of golf. I was very tired but liked getting outside and playing with my boy. I played pretty poorly--the pace was very slow and the guys we were playing with weren't really that fun. They quit on the 12th hole so Cowboy and I got to play the last 6 holes by ourselves. We always bet dinner on the round and I had lost that bet after the second hole. Cowboy started flipping me shit and bet me a cheeseburger on the last two holes. He said he would give me a stroke a hole.

Number 17, I out drove him by 10 yards. I hit my second shot right of the pin, put it on the green in three and two putted--5 for me. Cowboy's second shot was short, chipped on for three and two putted. I won that hole.

Number 18, it's a 5 par and I have never gotten less than a 7 on this hole. Last night, I was in the bunker after 3 and Cowboy was in the bunker after 2. We both chipped out perfectly. He putted for a 4 and ended up with a five. I putted for a 5 and ended up with a 6--which meant we tied. I won cheeseburgers.

Cowboy called me after work and we met at our favorite hamburger joint and I got a cheeseburger tonight. I love it when he challenges me and I put it out. It was the best cheeseburger I've had in a long time.