Golf Guys

 

Grayson had a work golf tourney ... he's not a big golfer but figured he'd support Symphony's Rob, who is head of the HBA. He invited Landon to join (Landon has been entertaining at LKL and thought golf skills/experience might come in handy). Both guys came back with red necks after the sun sans sunscreen. 

There were stations set up at the various holes ... Gray took a moment to snap a selfie (ussie) there by the WCF one and sent it to Scottie. Other than some exhaustion, there were no injuries.

Gray had been utilizing ChatGPT for his activity summaries for Symphony. He asked Chat CPT to write a short satirical ode to four sojourners set off on golf’s long travail. Prompts ... Brandon, Landon, Grayson and Cole. 18 long holes. Birdies but few. Long balls so many. Brandon’s boonie on fleek. Cole’s driver so sleek. Landon’s attire so chic. Golf cart stuck in reverse. Will this course never end?

Oh, gather 'round and listen close,

To the tale of four golfers who dared to impose,

Upon a course, a challenge so grand,

But little did they know, things would get out of hand.

Brandon, Landon, Grayson, and Cole,

Embarked on a journey, with golf as their goal,

But birdies were scarce, lost balls aplenty,

Their dreams of glory, vanishing gently.

Brandon's boonie on fleek, oh so stylish,

But his swing, oh dear, it was quite childish,

The ball flew astray, no direction in sight,

As he adjusted his hat, full of false delight.

Cole, with his sleek driver, oh so pristine,

Believed he was destined for a golfing queen,

But alas, his shots went amiss, far and wide,

His dreams of triumph, quickly defied.

Landon, in attire so chic, so refined,

But his fashion sense couldn't save his scoreline,

As the ball rolled and tumbled, lost in the rough,

He realized fashion couldn't make his game tough.

And poor Cole, what a sight to behold,

His golf cart stuck in reverse, a tale untold,

He revved and he struggled, but no progress he made,

As he cursed his luck, his plans began to fade.

Will this course never end? they groaned and they sighed,

As the hours dragged on, their patience was tried,

The lost balls, the misfires, the cart stuck in reverse,

The golfing gods surely had them under a curse.

But amidst the chaos, a lesson was learned,

That golf is a game where fortunes are turned,

With humor and laughter, they persevered,

Their misadventures, memories revered.

So raise your clubs and toast to this crew,

Brandon, Landon, Grayson, and Cole, so true,

For in their golfing travails, a bond did form,

And though the course seemed endless, their spirits were warm.

A look at Landon in 2023 (above) ... and a flashback to his younger years in 2009 (below).