These fine summer days inspire us to go out and play a round of
golf. But can we leave our two favorite men at home? Why no! So we
invite Mosby and Call to the country club.
Now Mosby looks quite natty in his matching ensemble--vest, pants and
shoes. When he's serious about the game, he may sneak some leather
into the outfit somewhere. Zeke naturally is Mosby's caddy. Mosby
has a lovely set of clubs with a HUGE driver, of course.
Call on the other hand, wears his usual outfit--dusty jacket,
chaps and boots. They make him remove his spurs to protect the
greens. Naturally he doesn't take kindly to that. He doesn't have
a caddy as the Hell Bitch is not allowed on the course. He carries
his mismatched set of clubs--a driver, a couple irons and a sawed-off
putter over his shoulder.
Now on with the game. Mosby follows the rules (when it suits his
purpose <g>) and is quite polite. "Now, pardon me, may I play
through? Why, thank you, ladies. You're most kind."
Of course when Call wants to play through, he just yells, "FORE!"
And everyone hits the ground (and wisely so).
The two men handle discourteous players in quite different ways.
Mosby holds his huge driver over their heads saying, "Now, are you
gonna play nice? Are ya, well . . . are ya?"
Now Call, on the other hand, kicks them down the green saying, "Are
you ready to lose. Are you ready to LOSE?"
All in all it's a win-win situation when you're playing with Mosby
and Call. They suit us to a tee.
6/2002
