Indian Shores, FLA - - Yesterday marked our third day in Florida and we're still waiting for the weather to break. The first couple of days were sunny but cool and yesterday was rainy and cool.
That blast of cold weather that hit southern Ontario has actually swept far enough south to affect the weather down here.
Yesterday we went golfing and we teed off under blustery overcast skies, and by the time we had to pack it in after 17, it was raining and raining hard.
The weather was so shitty I actually offered to take my wife to a mall, and anyone who knows me will appreciate what that's all about. I hate goddamn malls.
The most amusing thing that took place on the golf course yesterday, besides my pathetic use of irons, was the actions of the big black crow.
They have a problem at this course with crows and squirrels jumping into golf carts and steeling anything edible. Yesterday my buddy Darren bought me a Snickers Bar and threw it on the little dashboard area of the cart.
While I was on the fairway (yes, I actually hit them the odd time) a crow jumped onto the seat of the cart and then reached in a grabbed my Snickers. This son of bitch was so big; flying away with a Snickers Bar was no problem as I ran towards the cart waving my club.
He flew out of the cart and landed a short distance away on the roof of a pavilion type thing and began pecking away at the chocolate bar. Pissed off, I ran towards the pavilion and quickly realized that I could actually reach the roof with my five iron.
A swung the club close enough to scare the black bugger and he flew away without the bar, and when I stood on my toes I could actually reach the peanut and nougat affair with my Ben Hogan and I pulled it off onto the ground.
Of course I didn't eat it because the crow had pecked through the wrapper and had actually penetrated the bar enough to expose peanuts. I didn't want West Nile or bird flu, but neither did I want the big black ugly crow to enjoy the chocolaty goodness, so I picked it up and placed it deep into a garbage bin so the ghastly bird couldn't get it.
It may seem like a lot of trouble for the sake of one chocolate bar but believe me, it was the only success I enjoyed on the golf course yesterday.