Pulls in the Lead

I had told Josh that I was going to give him 5 weeks until I was high average on our team. It only took 2 weeks! My average jumped form a 191 to 197 in two weeks and he dropped from his 200 like I mentioned to a 195. I really feel bad that he is not doing so good. I felt good going into Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, but I was a little tired. I played basketball that morning after working all night. Took a short nap before bowling. Started out practice really good. I had 7 strikes in a row. The last ball or two that I threw felt like I was slipping back to the old style though. So any confidence I had vanished. I scraped through the night averaging just over 200 bowling a 602 series. I was in between the old style of bowling and the new. Again, once I figure it out all had better watch out because I am going to be on a terror of high scores.

My friend Mike started out his first game with 11 strikes in a row and missed his last ball for his possible 8th 300 game by throwing a 7 count finishing with a 297. I love watching him bowl good and hope that I can be up there with him before too long. I guess the next day in a local tournament he did the same thing! Except this time he only threw a 6! finishing with probably his worst after the front 11 strikes, he obviously got a 296. I can say that is sad, but it is more sad that I can't even come close.

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Closer Than I Thought

Well, I made up 5 pins from the weeks previous 684 series on Josh. Before leagues started I checked the updated average sheet and I was at a 194 while Josh had dropped to a 198. I started out bowling kind of crappy, not a lot of confidence because the approaches were slick and I couldn't stay on my feet. The beginning of the first game Josh was ahead of me and he was throwing a pretty good ball. He had a couple of late opens while I started stringing some strikes. I ended the first game with a 213, second game Josh tried to stay with me for a while even though I had the first 6 strikes. I ended with a 256 and he had another untimely open. I don't know what we got any of his games but overall I beat him by at least another hundred while shooting a 670 series. I wasn't happy with the overall way I threw the ball but it was mostly because of the approaches. I am happy with my series and for the past two weeks I have averaged 225. I am sure again if I can get this proper release down that a 225 average won't be that hard to maintain overall. I am hoping to get over a 200 average on the year, but mostly I just want to stay focused on getting this release down and in the muscle memory bank!
Josh wasn't happy that I beat him, he say that he has been tired lately which is probably true. I just wish that he could get some confidence and get his first 300. Again my year and a half long goal is to get another 300 under my belt and average a 215 or more for next season! Simply end with a 200 or more this year.
Henry and I did golf today. Triton was sick so we didn't go to church. I had a triple bogey on the first hole we played then double bogeyed the next hole! So, I was 5 over par after two holes. The next sixteen holes I play at 4 over. Shooting 12 pars and 4 bogeys. What happened on the first two holes I have no clue, but I was way happy with the last 16 holes. I hit the ball good and was happy that we got in one last round before the snow fell. It was snowing pretty good when we left. The last green we were on was about a third covered with snow. We finished just in time. Sad that it was probably the last time this year, but way happy that we got to go. I wasn't expecting to be able to get in that round. And to golf as good as I did was a bonus too. USA won The Presidents Cup and if Tiger can golf as good as he did today all of next year he will probably win two majors! That is my prediction for his year. I just want Tiger to beat all the records then he can sail off into the sunset and never golf again. I think that he has to win 10 or 12 PGA events to overtake Snead on the all time wins list and of course he has to win 5 more majors to overtake Jack Nicklaus in the major category.

Long Time

Just a quick post to let everyone know that I am alive. We have moved into out new home and someday I might post some pictures. Hate the cold. Not ready for the winter to be here. Especially since I ended the golf year pretty dang good. I actually scored better than my father in law twice. He is a really good golfer, but on these two days he wasn't scoring his best. Thus the reason I said I scored better than him instead of saying that I beat him. I do not consider him golfing bad and me just golfing okay as beating him. I want to beat him when he is at his best. That will be the day that I beat him.

Henry beat me this year! I didn't get a good swing until late in the year. Ever since he hasn't beat me though. He has a bum shoulder that he hasn't had looked at yet. He usually bowls league with us but he is letting his son Josh bowl in his place. Henry hasn't gotten his shoulder looked at yet. Since the golf season is over now he had better get in and do that. Or he won't be healed (if he has to have surgery) in time for next golf season.

Josh started out the year bowling pretty dang good. He was at a 210 average for the first 6 weeks or so, but has since fell off the pace. If you haven't ever read my blog or known of my bowling career you have to know that I used to be a pretty dang good bowler. I wasn't ever going pro or anything, but just after Sheri and I were married I was averaging about 215. One day I woke up and for some reason wasn't able to release the bowling ball properly anymore? My average dropped off the map! I think the very next season I dropped from a 213 to a 180? My highest average since was last year (after 9 years of struggling) I ended with a 193. A lot of people who don't bowl would think that is pretty dang good. Sure it isn't bad but it is still 20 pins off from what was my best previous. I had thought about quitting bowling because I haven't enjoyed it for so many years. I had a buddy of mine redrill some of my equipment and I think that it has helped a bit. However something might have really clicked in my birds nest of a brain a few weeks ago. I thought that I was close to getting my old release/swing back. I even texted my buddy that redrilled a few of my bowling balls to expect some high scores. I haven't ever thought that I would have that confidence again in my swing. I never imagined that I would bowl another perfect game and someday my lifelong goal to bowl an 800 series. An 800 in bowling is the Mecca for bowlers. You have to average just over a 266 for three straight games! You get this beautiful ring and every bowler in the city hears about it.



With Josh starting the year off so good and me just remaining around that 193 average I knew that I had to figure something out. I have always been known as the best bowler in the family. Who is the best bowler in my family? Anyone and everyone has always said Jason. Josh could be a great bowler and I have no doubt that he will bowl a perfect game someday, but I can't have him surpass me as the best bowler in our family. With my bowling balls drilled perfectly I have been able to tinker with my release and I think I might have figured it out. This last week I was able to release the ball with the most confidence I have had in just about ten years. The bad release and approach creeped in a few frames here and there and basically the whole second game so my scores were 257, 173 and a 254. See the difference there? The 173 is basically what my last ten years of horrible bowling has enabled me from doing. The first and thrid game I was able to release the ball properly and with confidence.

The middle game I was just hoping to slop down the pins? I am on the right path now though. I texted Josh yesterday and told him that I would have a higher average than him in 5 weeks. If he bowls the way he started the year it will be way hard for me to get passed him. He is probably down to a 200 after last weeks sub par performance and I probably jumped from a 191 to a 193. He is in trouble if I can get the feel down and the proper release locked into my muscle memory. That is why my last ten years release overcame me in the second game last week. Because of muscle memory. I wasn't able to keep my new release or thought process at the front of my brain so the old muscle memory just takes over. It is horrible standing on the approach one frame with all the confidence in the world. There were times last week that I knew I was going to strike before I even threw the ball. Then one or two frames later I stand there and I have no clue how to hold the ball! I am so wicked close to figuring it out and when I do my average should just 20-30 pins! I will keep you updated and future blogs about bowling won't be so explicative or boring, okay mom!

I do have no doubt that if I do keep this new proper release in muscle memory that I will bowl another 300. I have a prediction that will happen before the end of the next league season. So sometime before June 2013 I will have another 300 under my belt. I will bowl an 800 (someday) and feel great when I am able to slide this ring on my finger.

For the past ten years I never imagined that I would ever say that or have this condifence again??? Wish me luck! Tomorrow is league night and hopefully my next blog doesn't say I lost it all again!

Felt Good

Many of you have read about my dang golf struggles. Every other week I am telling Sheri that I finally figured something out. Each time I tell her that she says you say that all of the time. Each time I actually did think that I had figured something out. I am always in the yard hitting styrofoam golf balls trying to fix my swing. My handicap has done nothing but climb this year so far. I only really have issues hitting a wood of any kind whether it be a driver or a three wood. Those clubs have never been a part of my arsenal, but would be great if I could ever figure them out. The driver alone costs me 5 to 9 strokes a round.
About a week and a half ago I was in the yard and of course I was trying anything I could to get the club face of the driver to square up at impact. I was close to figuring something out this time and I knew it. Sure I have always said that in the past like Sheri will remind me every time, but I knew that this time was going to be different. At least I thought. So, it was Thursday before last when I get a call from Henry. He indicated that he was going to be golfing in a tournament this weekend that takes place at all three city courses. It is a three day tournament that happens every year on Memorial weekend. He asked if I was going to play. Even though I thought that I figured something out with the driver I was still hesitant about signing up for this golf tournament. Not being about to get off the tee box with any confidence was just going to cost me $50. I have never entered a singles type golf tournament without having some confidence in the driver. I have finished first twice and one second in the three tournaments that I have played as a single type tournament. That is a pretty good record, but there have been other tournaments that I simply didn't play because I knew that the driver wasn't going to work for me at all. I hate that feeling and like I said I am always in the yard just trying to figure out something that will help me once and for all to give me confidence and consistency off the tee box when using a driver.
Henry then asked if I was going to play in the tournament, I had confidence in this new swing thought, but I hadn't been able to try it out on the golf course. I went out in the yard and hit the practice soft foam balls for a while to see if I had enough confidence in order to enter this tournament. It was already three hours past the deadline to enter, but after practicing I thought that I had enough game to enter. I called the golf course and surely enough they let me in as a late entry. My stepmother watched my two little monkeys for me Friday so I could get in a practice round with Henry before the first day of the tournament on Saturday. I hit the driver okay and in the horrible wind Henry and I shot pretty good rounds. I figured three days of that from either of us would be enough to win the tournament. We actually joked how cool it would be if we were to take first and second in the tournament. I informed Henry that I wouldn't mind taking second to him as long as he finally finished first. He should have won a few tournaments by now, it just seems that he can't hold on to the lead or shoot good enough to win on that last day. I told him that I wouldn't mind second, but of course if that were to happen I would probably not be too happy at the time. I know that I would be happy for him later on, but at the time I would just be disappointed that I didn't do what was needed to win. Henry had been golfing pretty dang good, so after our scores tied on Friday I figured that the fight was on to take first place. One of us should win no matter what.
I wasn't too thrilled about the driver so I was out in the yard right after that round Friday. Saturday morning before my tee time I decided to hit the driving range and see if I could gain more confidence. The driving range was amazing I have never hit the ball that good ever! I was stoked and ready to go take it to the course.
I hit the ball horribly off the tee box and had only two drives all day that were good, they were probably just lucky shots because I had no confidence at all! As soon as I hit the course I reverted back to old ways? I was mega upset and coming into the clubhouse with an 87 on the hardest course in the city I was just hoping to not be out of the running on day one. Henry shot an 86 and another guy shot an 81! I was tied for third after day 1! I wasn't happy with my round but I was happy with my spot on the leader board. I went home and thought and thought about how to hit the driver. I knew that this new swing thought was close to working I just needed to keep trying it and not go back to the old way like I did on day one. I was confident being down 6 shots to the leader because he is an older guy who probably couldn't do that good on day 2, plus the weather was supposed to be horrible. I don't like bad weather, but Henry and I are on the golf course no matter what the weather holds for us! Unless there is snow and the course is closed Henry and I are always playing. I knew that with bad weather Henry and I would probably make a good move on day 2. We weren't paired with each other on day on or day two.
Day two was horrible weather! It was windy and raining. Day one, I had 5 pars and 4 double bogeys. Day two started out great, I had three pars in 4 holes. I knew I was making up ground on the leaders because there was no way that anyone in my flight was golfing that good. Hole 5 was disastrous, I hit a great drive and my second shot was in the bunker. I triple bogeyed that hole and didn't really recover after that. I shot another 87 which is horrible considering my great start and the fact that we were on the easiest of the three courses. I had 6 pars and a birdie. Along with three triple bogeys and a double bogey too.
Henry shot an 88, and I tied the low round of the day with my fellow playing partner for the first two days. The guy who shot the 81, shot a 90 on day two, so he was only 3 strokes ahead of me and I was tied for second with Henry. Henry had the lead with handicap and that is how they based the pairings on the last day. Anyone who knows about golf knows that it is usually best to be on the final group on the last day. I ended up not being in that group. I was in the second to last group. Tied for second without handicap (with Henry) and tied for 4th with handicap 5 strokes behind Henry. I knew that I needed a good finishing round on the last day.
I had a calm over me as I stepped on the tee box that last day. I didn't have any confidence in the driver still so I was just hoping to get off the tee box. On day two the driver wasn't horrible as a matter of fact I hit three bad drives which is better than the normal 5 or 9! I hit my first shot down the middle! Bogeyed the hole like a moron! Second hole hit the drive dead down the middle again? Something might be working? I barely saved bogey after an amazing birdie chip that missed the hole barely but ran on by some 4 feet or so. Made the 4 ft putt for par. 3rd hole, another drive down the middle, but it didn't have the greatest of contact. Parred that hole. One over after three holes is great and I was getting stoked! Hole 4, good drive just right a bit, but safe because water was on the left. Double bogey after hitting a horrible second shot into a tree and getting a bad break. Made a three foot putt for a double bogey! Now 3 over after 4! Not great, but not out of it yet. Hole 5, hit a good drive just caught a tree! Stuck behind the trees, hit the tree again on second shot, chipped out of trees for third shot and ended up making a great bogey after making a 7 ft putt. Next hole is an easy par 5, get par. 4 over after 6 holes. Bogey the next two holes and I am 6 over after 8 holes. Driver might be failing me? I kind of hit an old shot on 8 with the driver! Yikes! Hole 9 my playing companion parred and would be two strokes ahead of me unless I make a tricky 12 footer for par. My putt is on the way and barely slips in the side for par! I was happy making that putt. If I stay ahead of everyone in my group which is me and two other guys, I am bound to win some money and not just be a donator. Wes had a one stroke lead over me heading into the back nine. I didn't know how many strokes I had on him from the first two days, but I was a little worried because he had the momentum and was gaining confidence hole to hole as we went on. The rain wasn't coming down, but I knew that the cold and the wind would stop that old man leader in his tracks on the last day and I figured that Wes and I were gaining on the leaders every hole we played. The other guy that we were paired up with wasn't doing a thing and I knew he was out of it after the front nine.
Hole number ten at this course can easily be considered the toughest par 4 in the city. It is a long hole (this day into the wind) and I figured if I could par I would gain at least two on the leaders. I was feeling okay with the driver, but still didn't have a clue what the ball was going to do after the swing. Wes drilled his drive in the middle and pretty long. I was right of him in the trees and I was forced to pitch back out into the fairway. I couldn't see where his next shot took him, but I had about 100 yards left for my third shot. He was driving up to my area and he called me Henry. I don't know if he called me that on purpose or on accident, but he started laughing afterwards either joking with me or realizing that he had made a mistake by calling me that. I hit my next shot from 100 yards on a good line and the way that the green is sloped I knew that the ball was going to go toward the whole and was only getting better and better the more it kept rolling. Wes said good shot and as he was driving off I told him that was what he gets for calling me Henry. We laughed and as we got to the green we saw that my shot was great and I only had 2 and a half feet left for my par. Wes and this other guy both bogeyed the hole and I really wanted this par. This small putt wasn't easy, it was a left to right breaking putt, I made it and was happy for my lucky third shot to get so close to the pin. I par the next three holes and knew that I was probably close to the lead if not the leader. After parring the 12th hole, I was pulling away from Wes. Wes triple bogeyed 12 and I was now 4 stokes ahead of him. I figured that my only worry was Henry. I was just going to play each of the last 5 holes coming in just hoping to get bogey. Hole 14 was just that! I hit a short drive because there is a creek between the green and the tee box. My second and third shots were horrible. Wes bogeyed the hole and I had a 12 foot putt for bogey. I didn't want Wes to gain any confidence coming into the clubhouse with 4 holes left so I really wanted to make this putt. I putted the ball and it was breaking in the direction it needed and for sure had enough speed. It fell in and I dodged a bullet. A bogey might hurt but a double bogey might take away all my momentum. The next hole I drove the ball a little left which is fine because the right has out of bounds. I hit my third shot up on the green and the ball took a great bounce and left me about 14 feet for birdie. I knew that I was going to get par, but Wes had about the same length for a birdie as well. I was sure that I was inside of his location so I told him to putt first. He barely missed the birdie and he had about a two footer for par. As he was getting ready to putt his par I thought in my head that he hadn't missed a short putt all day and it was his time. He did kind of rush the putt and indeed did miss. I knew that if I made my birdie putt that I was probably going to win the tournament. I thought that I was out of the tournament on the back nine of day two. The last 5 holes on day two I was doing whatever I could to just get into the clubhouse. I had no confidence, didn't have a clue where the ball was going to go when I hit it, begging for bogeys. Now I was standing over a putt that I knew was probably going to win me the tournament. I hit the putt and it went in!
Three holes to go! 16 is a par three over a lake! Just get the ball over the water and on dry land. I bogeyed that hole! Not too bad, figure two more bogeys coming in and I win for sure. Just don't have a blow up hole! 17 is a hole that if you drive the ball too far you go in a canal. I wanted to drive it short right. That is indeed what I did, however it wasn't as short as I wanted. I was stuck behind some trees and had to hit my next shot not only over the canal, but over trees now as well. My second shot was great, I had perfect contact and it was going right at the flag, left me a 20 footer for birdie. I barely lipped that putt and sank my two footer for par. As long as I don't get an 8 on the last hole I should win. It the longest par 5 hole in the city. I drive the ball right (into the trees) and actually have to hit a provisional. A provisional is a ball that you hit in case you can't find the first one. I hit that right was well (into the trees) my playing partners saw that second ball come down, so I have to hope that we can find that first ball so I don't have to take a penalty. I was walking in the direction of both of my golf balls and there was one in the wide open. I was hoping it was my first ball and it was. I didn't have a shot to the green, but the ball was safe and I could do a simple chip out into the fairway. I did just that leaving myself 200 yards on the left side of the fairway barely leaving myself enough room to get past these trees that were next to me. I hit my third shot a little short of the green but it rolled up on the edge of the green and I knew I was winning for sure at that point. A two putt for par and I walk in the clubhouse with the round of the tournament in that flight a 7 over par 79.
I had a huge lead and all we had to do was wait for that last group and hope that Henry didn't have a miraculous day like I did. I mean I was 6 over par after 8 holes and for the last ten holes I was one over! No way anyone else did that good (unless it was Henry). Even though that one guy had three stokes on me going into the last day I wasn't worried about him. Another guy in their group doesn't have the game to shoot that low. So there was Henry and a guy named Ryan that I had to worry about. I didn't think that Ryan had what it took to shoot a round that he needed to, plus he only had my buy one stroke going into the last day. So it was all laying on Henry's shoulders? His group came around the corner of the clubhouse and Henry informed me that he shot a 95! Just a horrific round. I knew at that point I was the winner. I took both net and gross, which means scratch and handicap. They only pay one spot for that, so Ryan took first place gross and I took first place net. Ryan won the money for gross just because they don't pay one winner both spots even if they take both net and gross like I did. Net paid more only by a bit, and Henry ended up second net. So, Friday before the tournament we were hoping that we would get first and second. We both probably figured Henry would win because my driver, but that last day my confidence just kept growing with the driver and it didn't cost me any strokes on the last day! On the last hole I didn't want to go left and I figured if I miss a little right that I would be okay. I hit just there with both drives. Actually after hitting it into the trees on hole number ten I hit the ball off the tee with the driver exactly where I wanted. I of course would want the ball in the middle but hole 11 if it isn't in the middle I want to miss right. I missed right. Hole 13 I have to hit the middle and hit it short, did just that. Hole 15 aim the ball in the middle if I miss do it a bit left, miss just left! Hole 17, aim middle right if I miss more right that is fine! Did just that by missing right of target! This new swing is finally going to work! "You always say that"! Sheri says.... 10 pars and one birdie on that last day idicates to me that I have finally stubbled onto something. Because this was the first day ever that I never reverted back to the bad swing. I was able to remember how to use what I thought was going to work and stick to it all day.
I have won a couple of golf tournaments in the past like I said, but this was the first one that I thought I deserved to win. It wasn't because of the swing, it was because I actually finished the tournament golfing as well as I thought that I could. The other tournaments I won I didn't have a low round, just lower than everyone else! This one felt good because I came from behind on that last day to win! Something Tiger Woods has never done in a major! I am not saying this is a major, but with the new swing and the final round, it was a major victory to me!!

You All Know

You all know that I hate Facebook, so I post most pictures and info here, so here is a couple of updates on the progress of our house. Looks like it might not blow over in this windy state that we live in.

Uncle Henry's?

I have a neighbor whom I have known for many years. He has a huge dog that hates everyone. One day a few years back I was talking with the neighbor (Joey), he had a quick question about something trivial that I can't even remember now. I hadn't ever known his dog's name so I finally asked him. I have known him before he moved in, more on that later in the story, but I had known his dog since he has had him. I have always called him "puppy" because I didn't know his name and when the dog was a puppy he would always get off his chain and come over to our house. This dog has grown to be a massive animal and would probably scare anyone who accidentally walked up upon him. He looks like Cujo except for the fact that he has no white on him and he looks more meaner than Cujo. "Puppy" has not gotten off his chain for many years except once or twice but I have never been afraid of him. When finding out from Joey that the dog's name was Rufus he was surprised when he found out that I called him Puppy. He said that the dog hates everyone. I looked at him puzzled and informed him that I could probably walk right over to the dog and pet him right now! It was Joey's turn to look at me with the same puzzled look. He then said okay let's go, I knew that he was walking with me for my safety and concern. I walked right up to the dog who was not at the end of his leash thus taking away my ability to get away if the dog decided to eat me. I walked on the other side of the dog and started petting him, Rufus wagged his tail and put his weight against me enjoying the attention. Joey exclaimed that he has had friends for years that are deathly afraid of that dog and for good reason I come to find out that the dog basically hates everyone. A moronic passerby was bitten by the dog one day when walking through Joey's yard.
I tell you this story to inform you that Joey is basically the same as his dog. I had known of Joey and his reputation for many years growing up. He is just one guy that you don't want to mess with. If he is your friend then nobody will mess with you. He is a few years older than me and I knew that he grew up around my part of town, but he wasn't my actual neighbor until I was out of high school. One day I was riding my bike with a friend and we must have been in seventh grade and I swerved in front of an oncoming car that was coming up the road. I knew that I had plenty of time to swerve out of the way and I did so way before the car was even near me. I guess the people in that car didn't like my maneuver and stopped dead in the middle of the road. I see a person climbing out of the passenger car window (the door must not have worked, thank goodness) so I start pedaling as fast as I can because it is obvious this person is angry at my idiocracy. I turn and notice that Joey is on foot right behind me and I was certain that he was going to catch me. I must have been two paces ahead of him when he finally gave up and realized he wasn't going to catch me.
I was afraid years later after learning that he was going to be my new neighbor that he was going to remember me. He didn't remember that incident and I have yet to share that story with him even though I now consider him a friend. He has now lived next to my mother's house for probably twelve to fourteen years. It is nice to have him for a neighbor because nobody messes with you or your property. So onto the main title of this story.
My mom's garage door took it's last breath this last fall and I knew I shut it for the last time. It was a rugged beast that needed to be replaced for a long while but it always seemed to work just enough to keep on living and serving its purpose. I knew that Joey used to work at a place that sold and installed garage doors so after discovering that a new garage door was not only going to cost $300, but another $600 on top of that to have it installed from somewhere like Home Depot or Sears. I had a friend who gave us an old garage door that was in much better shape than my mom's original she has had since we moved into that house some twenty or more years back. I walked over to Joey's house two weeks ago, he was outside working on his fifth wheel. I walk right past Rufus petting him on my way by. I ask Joey if he would be able to help me with the garage door. I inform him that my friend had given me one, that was/has been lying by the fence since October of last year. He said that he would be over in a bit and would check it out. I could tell when first bringing up the garage door that he hated the work. As I departed his presence he informed me with a loud voice that he was still surprised that his dog could care less when walking up to and passed him. I laughed and told him that I gave him treats here and there.
He came over a little while later and informed me that the garage door that was given me was in fact too big for the frame of that garage. He also informed me that he could order one from his old place of employment and that it would cost $275. He then said that he would come over and install it with a buddy of his free of charge! I said that there was no way I was going to pay him simply that much so I asked him what kind of beer was his favorite because I know that he is a drinking partying type. He informed me of his favorite beer and I had also planned on giving him a large tip when he came over and installed the door. Well this last Saturday him and his employee who both used to work at where ever installing garage doors came and installed the new garage door. Before they started working on the door I was going to give him an 18 pack of Bud Light bottles in new cooler that we had. I was in the house with the kids and Sheri when I pulled the box of beer out of the fridge and got ready to transfer them into the cooler. Triton saw what I was doing and asked if he could help. I informed him that I would do it and that I didn't need his help. Triton who will be four years old in June then said the funniest thing ever! He (who we all know has had a tough time getting down that talking thing) says Uncle Henry's. I burst out in laughter and Sheri didn't hear what he said asked what was so funny. I told Triton to tell her what he had said and he indeed did repeat. Sheri laughed and I still couldn't really stop laughing.
For those of you that don't know Henry should know that he is always drinking. If he isn't at work he always has a beer in his hand. His life revolves around beer. Triton and I always go golfing with Henry and thus the joke of Triton saying "Uncle Henry's" is hilarious. It is sad that Triton already sees that as being part of Henry, but that is the life of an alcoholic I guess. Henry is smart enough not to drink and drive so he never gets in trouble with the law, but he has pushed those loved ones that were or are close to him away because of it. He is a good man, but that dang alcohol has a hold on him. So do the cigarettes, I guess it is just a matter of time before he either grows a brain and kicks the habit/addiction or before one of them kill him! I call him a drunk and even came up with the nickname Unky Drunky, because that it what he is, so when Triton said the beer was for Henry I couldn't stop laughing. Poor Triton having to grow up knowing a person just for that and poor Henry for only being known as that. I hate to sound as if I am judging him for that, I really am not. It just saddens me to see a person waste all of that money, time, love and living on something that only destroys those very things in life.