When they were done the sun was up The morning chill had burned away Returning to the pick-up Ben’s dad said he had a surprise What is it Ben asked His dad reached into the truck bed He drew out a navy blue golf bag The clubs inside rattled against each other as he held it up Ta-da Uh Dad Ben said I hate to ruin the surprise but those are just my clubs I know said Ben’s dad Technically they’re my old clubs But I brought them along so we could play eighteen
Here Ben looked out across the hilly golf course Several older golfers had begun their morning round One older guy wore a pair of colorful plaid pants Yes his dad said Here Ben hesitated He didn’t think his crummy set of clubs would be up to the task of playing at Strongwood I don’t know Come on His dad took out a second set of clubs There’s a cart waiting for us A cart Ben wasn’t sure about that He’d usually just carried his battered bag around the course Riding in a cart seemed wrong somehow
Ben’s worries washed away the moment he stepped on the first tee box It was a par four 350 yards in distance The hole was straight ahead with a pair of bunkers on either side of the putting green Ben gripped his driver and swung hard His club head struck the ball with a loud TING The ball carried a bit Then it sliced to the right side of the fairway It landed in the rough Not too shabby his dad said Ben parred three of the first four holes On the fourth he sank a 20-foot putt The putt
